For less than a week now, the fight has been intense on base level transforming into different
shapes and size with one lack of hand, work has been intensified due to
overload and density. A bike skid has just jammed not only the ankle of father
but disturbed the balance of my life cycle at basic level. Mom take things
single-handedly transferring me at various stages from tough to toughest and
rough to roughest, helping hand at everyday business with life and daily
achievement of nothing but yet living the moment to fullest. There is a long
gap between twenty seven and forty eight, but irrespective of age and energy
she makes certain that my days are comfort and I know it is a passing moment
and life would be better once dad’s ankle was healed. I don’t know what I should
or suppose to expect or express now, but I feel like fought unlike ever forcing
someone to the edge of stress.
The pain, anxious, struggle and trouble are
there at everyday life, but a simple smile and small happiness uplift to
various high like a chugging mountain train, the motion of life enhance by
burned tiny charcoals of chuckle and smile. It was a state of nonetheless,
nevertheless and despite, no matter what, whether, anything or everything life
has been forward march toward the end of the day hoping for a better tomorrow.
There’s no dream about future, only certain phases communicate the distance.