Dwelled in solitude
In the agony of his own self
He paddled calmly through life
Felt void and despair.
He thumped his chest and declared,
“Death will not grip me for life gives me hope.”
Living alone in his own small but yet big world
A master of his own self
He fed on crops and fruits.
Living was a nightmare.
But, at least, he lived through life.
Through high and stormy gale, he persevered.
Hopeless he seemed but hopeful he was.
Determined to live, he kept holding on
Till the end of his last breath.
And with a weak smile, life slipped out of him.
Lo, he doesn’t have the opportunity you have
Yet he paddled and drove on.
How much more, you
Who have almost the whole world to yourself?
What reason do you have to give up?
Yeah, life is not a bed of roses
But you can surely plant some other flowers
To make life beautiful.
To make life rosy without roses.
To make life worth living.
Keep holding on while you have breath
Come rain, come shine, keep trusting God
Be a true soldier
And die at your post
Remember, your enough isn’t actually enough.