I’m standing at the bottom of a well Rock bottom is where I fell I thought these walls I’d never climb I was too afraid I thought I was all going to slip away
“It seems as if it I am standing on the very edge of a cliff, not knowing when the next change will come about, and that I will be pushed over the edge only to find myself on the edge of another cliff.” In a fast-paced age of technology, in the “city that never sleeps,”
Growing up in a Hindu family in New York, I’ve always been taught that I should try my best, but understand that after I’ve done what I personally can, I should leave the rest to God. Well, not specifically God, but whatever factors there are beyond my control. There is, in my religion, the concept
My dad steps out of the car, looks around at the surrounding stores, and grumbles. “I can’t believe how much this area has changed.” He sighs. “When I was growing up, this was an entirely Hungarian neighborhood.” My brother and I exchange amused smirks. Now it’s my turn to complain. “Seriously dad? We visit Grandma
You look backward at the mirror, at your reflection. In that rectangle of glass is what you have been, all your achievements and faults, your history.