Why must we make
choices? I always believed that in life, there's only two options,
yes or
no. Which will lead to another two options,
right or
wrong. I don't know why I made them but choices come with a price tag. Sometimes you can afford it but most of the time, it either
breaks you down or makes you a
stronger person.
Even Superman is afraid of something
I
always thought I knew everything. I thought I had it all, till it happened which made me realised how lost I really am. I lost it halfway. I lost what was important to me. Something which could help me till the end. I gave it up for something that would only last for the moment. I sold myself to something far more dangerous. I made a wrong move. The wrong choice.
But who is to judge who is right and wrong. Deep inside you know you will never smell success. You know deep inside you are indirectly committing suicide. Digging your own little grave. But now you're turning back. To find that path... Help me.
.: sHe :.
