Someone asked me the
other day if my glass was
half empty or half full. I
was going to say it’s
empty, but that’s not
completely true. My life isn’t void and I have my
happy moments; but they
usually just seem to
disappear, or get worse.
So, my glass is cracked.
Yes, cracked. It gets filled up with happiness and
hope, but it always ends
up escaping my grasp. It
always ends up empting
out. It will never be full
because it’s always leaking. And one day, it
will get thrown away,
because no one wants a
broken glass.

About praveennpk

β€œLife doesn't require that we be the best, only that we try our best.An unexamined life is not worth living.....Possibilities are there just give a try hope oneday you'll succeed , my motto is to just give a kick anything i can adore
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