In my darkest hours

I thank God to let me see presence of clarity of the path I have chosen. After times, the dark might eventually not completely blackened everything. It is still dark, though. But as nature rules, my pupils are automatically adjusted to adapt to the suitability of being in the dark. As in the dark, my vision is limited and so as my plan for the future. Why bother planning when I have been lit one step at a time, at the heart. The lit brings something more than just radiance. It is hope. Hope is a dangerous thing to loose like a spot bright light at the distance. But hope also is an illusion. It is not real. Who guarantee it will materialize and fulfill my future? No one. Like time.

O, well. I am not planning.

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