“Fortune knocks at every man's door once in a life, but in a good many cases the man is in a neighboring saloon and does not hear her.”
It is the sky of divinity that covers the place where I am standing at right now. It is beyond doubt the place where all human-beings, particularly the avaricious and materialistic ones, want to be at. I might be lucky, as they might call me, and I kind of agree that I am. But this also depends on how we define luck. Definitions do matter, at least to me.
My life is not that beautiful. It is irrefutably imperfect. It needs more than what I already have to be called perfect. I need a beautiful life, a life full of brightness and without dullness. I can not bear being someone who has no lively life. Again, I repeat, lively life. I want to push aside those unnecessary obligations; the ones that bind me to them, the ones that cause me to suffer, and the ones that I am not aware of their dangers.
I want freedom. I want everything that is liberating. I hate bondage, either the literal or metaphorical one. I want freedom to build me up. I do not want to retard my own development while the time to free myself has come. I want eternity besides felicity. Felicity should not be temporary. Lasting forever, it should be. I need my passport to felicitous eternity. Nothing should bound me. Time, people, and space are just entities; they should not stand on my way.
I want to beautify my own life so that it could be like what I aspire it to be. Would I be the one who beautifies it? Or would someone do so for me? I have no idea. Angels do come, do come, I might not need a person to emblazon my dull, monotonous life. I might need an angel. Maybe, angels. I am definitely powerless, not flawless, in building up a solid base. I always mess things up. My life always turns out to be rocky. I want a solid ground. My ground would not just be my own product but it also could be my escort’s.
Escort. Yes, my very own escort who would escalate me to my eternal escapade. Dear escort, give me your kingdom of freedom and I’ll be your reign of conquest. I need you to be a better person. I’m twenty now. I need to be in reality. Would you be a part of it? If you think that I missed a chance. Tell me, how did I miss it. Tell me, when can you take me back. Where can I collect the broken bricks of this unfinished palace?<br /><br /><br /> I guess, I can not. They have gone forever. Eternity is not always a good thing, like in this case, it obviously is not. I have missed that chance. Yet, being a newbie in the adult world, I always look forward for new chances. I need chances. Bestow the good ones on me, God. I need them all; the ones that I can behold and hold. Regardless of time, chance seeking would always be in my top file
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