The euphoria when you hold the key to your dreams in your hands slowly begins to ebb away. The harder you try to hold onto it the faster it dissipates. And then disillusionment begins to take its place.
Is this it?
After all the work and sacrifice, is this it?
Is this all I get?
I’m supposed to be happy. I have what I wanted. I’m working to get even better. Why am I not happy? Why does it feel like I’m dying inside?
An Encounter With God
From the Blog Archives: An Encounter With God (Part I)
Mary Kamau 