My thoughts when I realized some features of mine were robbed from me. There is more to life than an hour of pleasure, things that people miss when enjoying a normal life, I wasn’t sad partly because of I forgot how it felt, because a year or ten months before I promised myself to commit in studies, so I never found out, but it had its bright sides, the trauma was less severe. Then I looked around the life around me, and I noticed it’s not the same as we grow up, the things we enjoy when we are young. They are no longer passionate, it doesn’t mean I won’t be passionate, it is that their understanding is better, and they will be knowing each other really well, and with kids, their future kids, things get a little busier, and these things rarely happens when I will be rocking my life. The things I could do, the possibilities are endless, I didn’t blame anyone, I thought it was mostly because of my medicines, I never doubted anyone because I came too far from the events almost a year, at least it stood tall at that time. Imagine what a tragedy it would have been if it was the next day. I was very stable at that moment like always, and I knew it won’t impact my life in any way, it’s just will be different from other people’s life. But God had other plans, I didn’t lose hope, and I started to see clouds in my sky, though they were initially scarce. Then one day I began praying, and from then on, my life has been on a miraculous journey, my options widened, my hope grew, I became a superhuman. Now, I’m no longer worried about my future, my hopes are big, and I’m taking one step after another to this endless journey of life.
