Jasmine’s bitter, sweet, God-filled life…

Laughing, smiling with no worries in the world. Blissfully naïve. Life was truly a bed of roses, where I lie in deception of the world I lived in. The world, as I thought, was bright and full of hope. It was a place where people could count on others for help; a place where encouragement spread and helping hands were at every corner. I danced at each step, smiled at each second and closed my eyes to find the bright world still lingering in my senses. This was the world I was kept in, till now.

            I stared heavily at my stacks of books that lay in front of me. The pressure placed on my feeble shoulders where like fuel to a burning inferno. I gasp and broke in heavy breathing. My head hit the books and beads of perspiration appeared on my ragged skin. Weariness shone in my once glossy eyes. My hand lifted for a second to reach for my pen. This was my life now, when every bit of strength when to studies. I was dragged into a strange world they called reality. Where backstabbing were the only way to get a foothold on success. Where the most vicious reign over the weak.  Where a helping hand was a hand that threw you into a well. Where the most trusted were the ones who killed you. This was the cruel place I had lived in for all my life. Only now did I see the light, the truth about the world I live in.

            In this life of mine, I had goals and dreams. I worked hard for them thinking that my efforts will take me there. How wrong I was, when I look back to see all my efforts were done in vain. My work crushed into the soil. My blood washed into the drain. How stubborn I had lived. I worked and slogged my heart out and even forgot what I was working for, the goal I was grasping for, to see all glory going to fat, smooth hands that were never rough with work. I was confused. I was lost in the world, hopelessly in deceit.