just one hug from my father

I am few months away from  my “calendar years”.  Too old to start anew. To late to catch the road shows. Too early to just give up. Too tired to think of pushing further. But never too late to take another chance in life.

I got my whole life in front of me. I got to draw the plan and draft the measures so mistakes won’t be repeated and from anguish and pain I’ll be spared.  Everything seemed to be working fine but I feel I am not. Too many mistakes left so many scars, that drafting the next measures meant I could be breathing my last. I’m staring at my notes for hours, drenched with tears and drowning in broken dreams. God, I missed my father so much and I have been so alone and lost,  for years.