I was dreaming that’s the only thing I know at that moment .. my dream is so vague and all I know is that I’m at the middle of something important. I barely remember what happen in it, I just discern I’m in my room with all of its items so much in mess and I wonder how come a small room can cater those things..
I don’t know what to do and the room is in mess, don’t know what to do first to clean it. my mind is trying to figure it out but it cant, then , I wake up…
I suddenly realize I need to put things in writing for I know it reflects my life and how I am living it.
The room represents my whole being.. and its little details are my own desires, want, sin and lies ;
When I was born that room was so clean and with things that I just need. My mom, dad and sisters that I consider my world and my only means to live. When I get older by years my room becomes so filled with things I thought I wanted but when it landed my hand and used it for some time I loss interest and stock it in my room … as I continue to grow I made mistakes of choosing what I need and what I want .. without realizing my room is so filled that its has no space for my own self..
I wanted to cry knowing I cant undo what I become in my life, cause I cant turn back time when I decide to make mistakes that hunts me today..
But what makes me at peace is my God who gave His only Son for me to the cross…
I know I cant fix my life, but I know he can.
