Wrong turn

We come into this world with a brain that we have no control over. It makes us think, believe. It helps us dream. It shows us ways to achieve the unachievable and dream the impossible. We live our lives guarding our goals, protecting them from all the harm irrespective of how small they might be. Our lives are governed by them. We live each day hoping that if we work hard we might get a little closer to where we want to be. At the end of each day when we hit the bed, tired from the struggle of that day, we measure how far we have gone from where we were standing yesterday. Sometimes the distance seems large so we go to sleep with a satisfied mind, sometimes it feels small, we still get a good night sleep with a hope that we might do better the next day. But sometimes, at the end of the day, lying in the bed staring at the roof, when we think about where we stand, we realize we never moved an inch. All the struggle, all the blood and sweat that poured out of our flesh on the journey, somewhere in the middle we took a wrong turn and ended up right from where we began. We lose all the hope, all the strength. And then nothing not even the greatest of miracles can make our heart feel what it is supposed to feel. We become numb. I am numb.