Tired of mourning about what I lost in ma life … tired of lockin ma self – in a room, crying the whole day and night .. tired of sleepless nyts… tired of being a solitary reaper.. humming ma own tune of distress… at the end of the quarrel in ma mind between Ms. Optimist and Ms. Pessimist for these many years.. finally Ms. Optimist took over .. now I realised I have miles to go before I sleep… here I am taking ma first step towards my successful life… I know it is never too late J
