Hundred times, believe me , hundred times I have given myself warning that with complaining, enough with expecting, enough with being hopeful and enough with crying. But every time, I forget about this self-flagellation and continue the same useless errands in the name of LIFE.
May be this feeling of being a looser is also a part of life or may e this is life. This feeling tells you that once you possessed something or at least a hope of possessing something.And this thirst shows that you are alive. No matter how weak, how damaged your hope is, it has long roots and it will never die out.
sometime you are tired of being hopeful. Sometime you are just tired of giving justifications.
This hope will not leave me. And I will witness it getting shattered again.