I looked up, saw nothing but the black sky. I wondered if that was the reflection of my heart, the bruised heart. The unending noise from inside, never made me comfortable. Well, how can they! It only felt like more arrows trying to prick my already broken heart. When I got bored looking at the sky, I decided to flip the pages of my past; maybe it could help me spend some time alone away from those dissonance that is smoking inside.
A year back, when i passed my degree with distinction, I was in cloud nine. Exultant to have made my parents proud. But I never thought that our destinies are made by the society and parents. The time to choose what we want in life is often denied by the family due to the pressure by the society which makes them uncomfortable. And from then on, the smiling faces doomed. Some looked at me with sympathy, some with their eyebrows raised. Some of them said, "Don't worry. Life is always like this, never lose hope". And I asked myself, 'What have I done? But took some time to decide what to choose in life!'
A drop of tear sprouted on my eye and it woke me up from the thoughts, wetting my skin. The discussions inside has calmed. I looked up. It is still the same. I hope it made the sky beautiful with the shining stars. The stars that made anyone look at it with happiness in their eyes. Well, that is life. Sometimes light and pleasant like the morning sky. Sometimes bleak like the dark sky. But we all hope that one day, even the darkest days of life can be made beautiful with some shining ideas and dreams. I decided to go back to my room, with a desire to have choose the best in life. While climbing down the stairs, i looked at the sky again, with hope.....