Is this the life I used to fantasize about when I was a kid? Is this the future I used to look up to? Is this the life I wanted?
Those were the questions I always asked myself. After months of pondering these questions, I finally found the answers, and they were no.
This wasn’t the life I used to fantasize about or the future I used to look up to. I remember when I was a kid, I always dreamed of growing up. I looked forward to tomorrows and reassured myself that it’s okay, there’s always tomorrow. I believed I would be happy tomorrow too. However, as the years passed by, I started to fear tomorrow. I felt that tomorrow was just another day of suffering, pain, and regrets.
Tomorrow became a haunting nightmare to me. I dreaded its arrival, for it brought with it the heavy burden of sorrow and despair. The once vibrant dreams of my youth faded into a distant memory, replaced by a bleak reality filled with uncertainty and fear.
Each passing day felt like a relentless cycle of sadness and disappointment, a reminder of the shattered hopes and shattered dreams that once filled my heart. The future I once longed for now seemed like a distant, unattainable fantasy, lost in the shadows of my fears and insecurities.
As the darkness of tomorrow enveloped me, I found myself drowning in a sea of doubt and regret. The weight of my anxieties pressed down on me, suffocating any flicker of hope that dared to ignite within me. The promise of a better tomorrow felt like a cruel illusion, a mirage in the desert of my despair.
In the silence of the night, I grappled with the ghosts of my past and the uncertainties of my future, trapped in a cycle of fear and longing. The tears I shed were not just for the pain of today but for the dreams that slipped through my fingers, lost to the relentless march of time.
