Why couldn't life be easier? Why did things have to be so complicated? Why is it that we are never happy with what we have? Why is it that at one point your life halts and you feel like it ended, when it actually hasn't? Why is it that you seem to think that you are in the worst situation possible and no one is going through it as bad as you are when sometimes it's not really true.
If only life had been easier, if only things could have been sorted as smoothly as spreading butter on bread, if only I had the self confidence, if only I didn't fear, if only I believed that the word 'impossible' didn't exist.
But if everything had been simple, how would I learn, how would I grow as a person, how would I achieve, how would I have the wealth that is called 'experience' and thus I wouldn't be blogging. And maybe 5 years from now when I'll be scribbling some random bits from my problem at that time, I would read this and laugh at myself, and thus time is a gift, it makes you used to things, it makes you forget, it makes you realize, and most importantly it teaches you that sometimes things are not in your hands and that's when you leave it on time and Allah.
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