Desperate needs.

I'm not much one for praying. I find it useless--a futile attempt in wanting all your dreams and desires and leaving it to invisible forces to carry them out for you. Why can't you use your own efforts and your own power to make your dreams happen? Why can't you work towards your goals instead, put in every drop of sweat and blood and make it happen with your own hands? Of course you can.

But now I know, that sometimes when disaster strikes. Natural disasters, you can't do anything. You can fight against it, work to survive but you can't stop it. You definitely can't even do much when you're far away from the place of disaster and all you do is cry and bite your nails and realize that you are praying--hoping.

Praying for all those people there,
because when all else fails, there's still hope left.

...and I can't do much but hope. for now.

my heart goes out to you.

1 comment:

  1. As long as there is life, there is hope.


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