New year new me

I'm broken, but one may guess by lifting a piece. It is believed that in order to live, you must flow with life like a pebble in the river, but I am not that kind; I am created for something else, and it appears that I do not need to invest my ear to continually hear it. I think everyone is formed differently. Right?

My heart smashed, twitched, and scrabbled numerous times, but all because of one individual. But I'm not condemning her; in truth, I'm not.

You know you've worked extremely extreme, but the result is simply No, showing you his back just running farther and farther away from you since you attempted to grasp it; you're fatigued and irritated, and now most likely to divert, but smack your cheek and flash water jerking yourself for one final effort.

It was me, like any other adolescent boy; I was as innocent as a squirrel on the road, a newborn goat, or a twig in the air. But as I awoke, I realized I was nothing without her; she chiseled me into my most beautiful version; unfortunately, she is in the past, and the past is irrelevant to me.

Is it a new year, a fresh beginning, a new me?

I questioned myself. Still, I can hear her voice, and my heart is pleading for her as I reply, "OK, OK, look, my kid, how can you gift something to someone when you haven't accomplished it yourself?" "I need to improve myself." I shouted, looking into a mirror in my room at a corner where a stray street light lighted half of it. It's 3 a.m.; yeah, I went to a party with my friends, but it doesn't help since I'm looking for her every second, even though I know she's not in the city. My heart raced, and I felt a little ache in my chest. I hit the mirror with my head quite slowly, so that it didn't hurt, and I closed my eyes. The trail of tears symbolized the dirt of failure on my face; there was a slide show of all the bad, reexperiencing every single hiss; hands trembled; and I woke up with a stroke, literally punching the mirror.

"How would my new year be?"

I questioned myself, but there was no response. I looked up again; it was now 4 p.m. I went to get some fresh air, but first I checked my phone to see if there wa

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s any new-year message from her; there wasn't.

I went to a nearby garden; it was too early, but no one would think otherwise because it was January 1. I sat on the wet grass with my naked feet to channel the energy, closed my eyes, and attempted to be in that emptiness.

There was bird tweeting and an annoying light that bothered me. My eyes were not damp when I opened them. My face was adorned with a smile, and I exuded the confidence to do anything. As I passed through the entrance, I dashed after a girl. No, it was not her; she was one of her friends.

"Hey, how are you?" she inquired.

"I'm just alive," I said.

"Hmm, new year's resolutions," she speculated.

"No, no, I was so depressed..." "The beautiful thing about happiness is that you open up everything to anybody," I replied. That was something to be addressed, but in my case, it was a benefit.

"Be there; don't leave her," she suggested. She's just putting me through my paces. "I wish I had someone like you," she added, tapping my back.

 

I was amused and thunderstruck, and I hurried towards home, checking my phone, which showed nothing but that I was still happy. I kneeled before God, thanked Him, and burst into tears again as I gazed at his broken mirror, which revealed a number of cunning faces. 

"What happened to you?" My earlier self was curious. "And how did you accomplish that?"

I grinned and turned to face the tiny statue of God I had on my desk. It was his duty to manage my life since I had pledged myself to him, and I would never doubt him again because he was smarter than me.

"Look, world!" "You're about to witness the greatest life ever!" I exclaimed so loudly that my parents awoke.

"What are you up to?" "It's six o'clock in the morning," my mother objected.

"No, it's a second opportunity, a spare life, and I'm not going to waste it," I mumbled.

Miracles happen if and only if you have complete faith in him who sits above the clouds, peering down at us, tickling us at every turn, making us worth living... 

Give him a chance.