poker

You let yourself hit rock-bottom in the hope that the whole process of rising will begin at once, but it doesn't.

You scour your mind for a possible reason, for what others call a 'higher purpose' for this low point in your life. It builds character, they say, and you think silly- did they mean cartoon? Because you realize you are slowly becoming a caricature of what you once were.

You try your best to find consolation in the things you have, in what you do, and in what you think you know - only to find that they don't account for much.

You sometimes wish that your heart will stop feeling, stop beating altogether because the pain is unbearable. One minute you find love, and you lose it the next. You numb yourself thinking it is the safest and fastest way out. To be alone.

And yet everyday, you wake up to a new morning and decide to embrace it; the sun like a giant beacon of hope made especially for you.

It is because in the war of life and love, you take any chance you are given, knowing that in any struggle, the last one standing wins.

I'm almost pretty sure now that God plays poker - and you learn to play the cards you are dealt with.