I guess
it is very difficult to lose something you have always dreamed about but never
had. When the sun goes down sometimes I recall all the wonderful things I have
always wanted to have and one sad and truly disappointing feeling kills me
inside.
You
never understand what is yours, what really belongs to you. After losing
something tortures you, you feel yourself like a man who is dying because of
thirst and after hard way to reach the water finds nothing but an empty bottle.
It is the way our life is based upon.
We go
through many things; concatenation of circumstances not always speaks on our
behalf. We feel like we are beyond praying. But we cry for something not real,
not ours. So whenever you are supposed to find an answer let it be the answer
of this very question. Is it right to cry for something you will never gain?
