in fact, I'm not strong
I'm weak, I did want to commit suicide but something told me that
"even if I don't get enough love, I still CAN give love to others, to broken people like me, lots of people out there need the love. and every human is a unlimited source of LOVE."
I stammered, that words is echoing in my mind, again and again.
all that I know is that when I look down
there's people who don't even get to sleep in a warm bed
there's people who don't even got a home
there's people who are disabled
there's people who don't get enough food everyday
tears dribbled down my cheek as I know how thankful I am for this beautiful life. Eventhough I don't have my own house now, I could rent a room and I can sleep on a bed, I can eat everyday, and I can share the love I have.
and eventhough I'm physically alone now, I wouldn't waver.
it's been good.
all I want is to take away all the sorrow from the broken and lonely souls like me.
I hope I'd have time and strength to make that happen