Tuesday, September 18, 2007

THE MELT DOWN

There are many days when you wake up to realise your world is crashing right in front of you and you are almost incapable of stopping the meltdown. You wonder how much time you have spent in reaching where you are at the moment, or the financial inputs or memory leakages you have gone through and then you think to yourself, do I really deserve this. One mistake leads to the next and then a chain of mistakes and you are totally taking off balance. Ways to get out of your present storm keeps running through your veins but there are hindrances to putting them to work. As you about to let whats about to happen go on, a gentle fall wind blows your curtain sideways, and a beam of the sunlight falls on your face and then for a moment, you think you still have hope. Hope to keep going, hope to get you out of your storm and put you right back where you think you belong. This has been my conundrum, my life is about to take the shape it deserves and my rewards are set to start hitting me-left, right, center and from everywhere.The question now remains that, is this new found belief in what my life will become going to stay strong to me or will I still wither in my sorrows. For every day we live, we live hoping to see the next day and the day after, but do we know what those unseen days have in stock for us? With a full knowledge that we have very little to live for, it is quite important that we live our lives in the best possible way we can think of, one we can sit back and smile, knowing we have caused some people to smile. This desire to accomplish this has made me set up the STAND AGAINST POVERTY CAMPAIGN, an organization under the STAND UP AGAINST POVERTY CAMPAIGN against world poverty and I will need you all to join me and lets make the world a better place and give the unprivileged a chance to smile and make of live what they want it to be. Please visit http://standagainstpoverty.org/node/13602 or send an email to dazedfaze2000@yahoo.com to make enquiries on how you can help.