I remember there was a time bursting with creativity and hope for the future. Bright the future was, not knowing any boundaries. Oh Lord, what is this drop on my candle? Something happened that changed the course of life. The creative side was suppressed and starved of growth. Risks were not avoided, but now that’s all gone, none are taken. Dead is the art, as it does not pay rent, but it feeds connection to the soul. Our maker did not make us without it, for it’s a friend to life’s journey. Can we get back to the solitudes of life, where we look forward to the next day, for the present work is guaranteed to brighten tomorrow? So many projects are dying a painful death; already the graveyard is full of bodies. We scroll our lives away infinitely on social media and wait our lives on others slow statuses. Can this get worse?. Never ask that when the government is still sinking us into debts while corruption and crime keep on making sure nothing grows beyond sustainability. Is there a way out of this gruesome cycle of life? Not without heartbreak of the close friends losing their jobs and facing harsh life of uncertain income. I repeat, is there a way out? . Exodus!, the Lord can only be the only way out, the truth, and the light to what we lost. We can only try to go back to the unfitting, overgrown, and irrelevant moments in our lives, just to patch what it was or what it could have become. Strive for stewardship of what the Lord has given. He waters what is inside, for it can be suppressed but never be taken, used but never be useless. Let us heal from all that is lost in time in our very own eyes.
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