There are times when I feel like I am the star of my own film; only it is a disaster movie and not a romantic comedy.
The rains, the floods, the traffic jams, the failures, the rejections, the losses, the misses - they all seem so real and so persistent. And God seems silent, probably busy with someone else's perfect life, where they have all the sunshine and laughter that are so absent in mine.
And nobody will rescue me. I mean, no human being will physically throw a rope or carry me. I have to figure out how to get away from the erupting volcano, the flowing lava, the enveloping tsunami. I need super powers: invisibility, invincibility. I need to fly safely to a land flowing with milk and honey.
Maybe help was sent already, but I didn't see it. I tried to wait and look.
I am waiting for another storm to pass. It is a bumpy ride right now. Closing my eyes won't help me out of my vertigo. I need to open them and to look around me.
I need a better scriptwriter. The old words do not stick anymore.