In the shadows skepticism still traces on the little stories in the painting of the mind. Wandering in a story of love full of sorrow. The story of love that always dies under the influence of parental blessings.
The story of endless love becomes a painting of doubt. A painting of the suspicion I now feel. There was no blessing from my parents when I met a potential life partner just from any different background.
In the doubts that I felt, everyone stopped moving forward, wandering back to find a sweet story. Sweet story to find my life partner.
The blessings of the parents seem to cast a shadow of suspicion. The inner turmoil said that in the grip of despair, it is increasingly disturbing the nature of the mind.
My steps became more and more silent with suspicion. The suspicion that drove me in fear began the whole sweet life. The sweet story that I want to paint again becomes bitter.
When the difference in background without the consent of the blessing of the parents. Talking more and more erratically that always accompanied me all the time. Time after time continues to lead the body to the realm of doubt.
The more unclear the painting of the fate of my life that wants to be rebuilt. Fear mingles with sadness in the metaphor of the life that is being passed. It is not clear whether the love story continues or not.
What is clear is let instructions from Him answer all the outpouring of feelings from the heart. Only depending on Him everything can be answered in His power and will
–
– .
