The Power of Simply Believing
Legs crossed and right hand subconsciously strutting both my cheek and chin, I sat at the front porch pensively watching the sun set. Darkness crept not only into the neighborhood, but thronged into the depth of my mind. Unimaginable confusion asphyxiated my weak soul, leaving me panting for a breath of hope. Not even the chirping birds and the cool breeze could awaken in me a peaceful daydream, where I play at the beach, sing with the kids in the street or lie on the floor with nothing to do, but happy memories. I could not escape the daily demands thrust on my back and hitting my stomach like a baggage carried by a donkey. I hankered for a secret cave where I could get peace or just a peaceful respite. If I did not work, no one else would. Being an older sister had its pros and cons. I never enjoyed the 'cons', there was always something to fix or to do. I was like a fireman constantly waiting for the siren to ring and race to the day's humdrum in a busy metropolis, rather a town full of careless people. I guess, I never had a life of my own and at the end of each day, I went to sleep confident of one thing; I had done all I could for the day.
Despite doing all the correct things, illness lurked in my household, and death stood with a pensive gaze on the threshold, waiting to grab the love of my liveliness. I did all I could, but to no avail. Watching a loved one losing grip of a life that once brought joy and security to you is agonizing. My brother was ill. I tried all I could to help, and instead he got worse and worse. For many days, I watched him losing the battle for his life. It was so painful beyond any language can ever convey.
I watched my young sister sitting next to my brother. She rubbed his hair probably hoping her stroke of love will kick life back into his fragile body. She seemed drained of life, and tears soaked her face. I know what it feels to sit next to a dying loved one. You wish it was a long nightmare, and one day you will wake up out of it, or one day, your tears will transform into the balm of Gilead and heal your loved one. I wished and wish, but that too never helped.
I am one person who believed in doing everything in your power to succeed. A person should apply their might if they want anything in life. Nothing will ever get your way if you never go for it. This was my life's principle, work to