The reason why some bloggers stop writing is due to their lack of inspiration. They call it writer’s block. I have not posted a word entry for some time, not because of my lack of discovery of the things and people that intrigue me in my everyday life; rather, all because of my dealing with, currently, the most significant and profound setback in my young life.
Being at the bottom of the well, metaphorically speaking, has reaffirmed to me that achieving any goal in life is a team effort. Recruiting and working with the right persons, who uphold and honor the importance of basic morals, business ethics, and personal integrities, in a team setting, are the first step, leading towards the fruition of any dreams.
Things happen for a reason. Although I do understand the intent of this commonly thrown-around cliché; however, in times of my personal setback, it is difficult for me to develop the virtuosity and grandeur to patiently appreciate the well-meaningness embedded in each and every word of this sentence.
I feel like crying. I feel sad. Life’s unfairness and cruelty have knocked me down. I gave my best to chase my dream. In doing so, I willingly left behind the old to make room for the new. I could never have imagined that I would arrive at this point, where I am wandering in a no man’s land, being rejected by the new, while being a pseudo foreigner, witnessing the old.