An empty vessel I was, waiting and wanting for the right one to come my way. I look in the mirror and I see something with no substance, hallow and wanting to be fill with something of value. Life was not important at all at this point, it’s was like life had dealt me a raw deal. Where can I go to find life, I kept on asking my self, but no answer was in sight. I asked myself on a daily basis, wondering if there is something up there in the sky that could help me, because nothing else was working. When you lost the most important thing in you life, it seems to put a damp on everything that you do in life. As a result, life is not as it uses to be.

The challenges in life become so default and hard to overcome, that my mind was like an express highway. Many thoughts and memories flowing through my mind like on a race track. Fifty, sixty, seventy, eighty, ninety and even a hundred miles per hour, racing through that little part in my head call my brain. Fast and furious, some come and some go, but the feelings of the past stays in my thought pattern.

I was an empty vessel, and no one to fill me up. The tears and the loneliness was now a part of my life. O how I cry in the midnight hours from the lost of that person who makes me feels complete. Where, can I go to solve this situation I am face with, who I can turn to in this time of need? O how I wish she was here to say I love baby. But she is gone and never to come back but just the memories of what was. If I ever fall to the ground I think I would break into many pieces, because of how fragile I was.

To be or not to be is the question I often asking myself. Will I one day be happy or not? Will I one day be full or not?

One day, may be I can say to another person I love you. It will be nice to hole and currest a soft and tender body next to mine again. But at this point it didn’t look good at all. Driving to and for to work and back was a challenge that I sometimes which I did not have to endure. It felt like being place into a forest with no way out but to be eaten by the animals in the forest. But then I took a walk in the local part. And it happened.

What I was longing for has opened her eyes for me to look into. It was a like a crystal ball, and I saw my future steering at me. As I look into those shining eyes, as if I was hypnotize with her beauty. Is it really happening or am I dreaming? I look and look, trying to figure out what’s going on. The more I look into her crystal ball, the more my heart is saying I have come to comfort you. My heart is saying hold me, squeeze me and put your body next to mines. A fox has finally come my way, and allowed Mondays to be the special day. At last my vessel has been filled.

“LIFE IS WHAT YOU MAKE IT”

Motivational Author/Speaker Carl Mathis

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