"In times when you're alone, you think you are broken...
Yet when you're broken, you are not alone."
Alone. This is the word that I fear the most; it exudes a certain horror that I cannot fully grasp. All i know is that I am not one. Or am I?
My faith in God is the one thing that holds my crumbling self in one piece. I am blessed and I know it. I am not ready to give in.
I often wonder, how many people in the world holds the same predicament as mine -- constantly seeking one's self worth. In my 23 years of existence, I haven't found my purpose. I am waiting patiently. Because beyond what I see, there is something waiting for me.
