Too good to be true

I supposed to see with my naked eyes, but my heart sees things I could not define. The vision is surreal, if it is a phantom of delight I want to seize the moment.

Let me float, or fly—but how could I sans wings? Shall I walk..? My knees are too weak to travel a distance, not because they are crippled but my whole being can’t carry the weight of uncertainties. Such is the reality. You weave plans, and your greatest dilemma is fate. The pathways to succeed are too stiff at times. The future can suck ones sanity wholly, you tend to strive and in spite of working hard—what’s left in the pocket is just enough to make ends meet. You get disgusted and lie low…you procrastinate and maybe giving-up is the easiest way to escape..?

When would I become a firm fighter..? Am I ready to win or to be unnerved? Nay, if I solely own tomorrow, I should have fought the game of chance long time back.  

They say, if you would not try you would never know the outcome. Damn it, for the sake of my love ones I dare not complicate things. When it comes to their welfare, I am sensitive and too way generous. Gambling the given decent way of life they have would be a callous step uncalled for. Should I not mind anymore the wealth that this world can offer, I supposed to be thankful to what I currently have. But the thing is--I crave for more!

Ahhh…too complicated…

Thanks for this life somehow as it is too good to be true that I’m now on my 30’s, I will be forever grateful to my Creator till my last breath.