The Lost Battle Again

I had one of the nicest lunches ever.

However, work was tearing me apart once again. The last minute things foiled my plan and got me wearier than ever.

I started to panic to recall all the past loads that almost crashed me completely, to realise that I might have made a terrible decision again.

It might not be as bad as what I could foreseen.

Nevertheless, I was ashamed of myself for not being firm with my earlier decision to release myself. Money had beaten my faith and dreams again.

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