If we were to count the flaws in our lives. If we were to count the mistakes that we’ve done in the past. If we were to count the faults that we’ve created. Was there too much of rottenness till it overtook the good that which even I don’t deserve the good myself? Will we realise how far we are from perfect? Will we humble ourselves in silence in the face of opposing pride? Will we not justify ourselves to prove our self-righteousness? What kind of road did we lead our lives to be? Mine would probably be the long, narrow and muddy road. I’m beginning to accept the fact that some things are irreversible. Not everything is prim and proper. Not everything is well being. Just as some days there will be sunshine and some days are just the storm. Things just happened unplanned. Can I settle for anything less? Will I find you there at the end of the road?
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