My mind answered for me. I’m unwell. I’m angry and sad and confused. Most of all I’m frustrated. Frustrated that my passion wasn’t enough to get me to where I wanted to be. Frustrated that the one thing I was relying on the most, was the only thing that ruined my chances. Instict kicked in and I said, “I’m doing well. Thank you.” He noticed the tears in my eyes and instantly filled the silence following my answer with his usual speech. I wanted so badly to ask him if all of his mistakes in life really did turn out to be blessings in the end. I wanted to know if he was happy. Really and truly halppy. I wanted to know If he regreted not taking chances when they were his to take. Instead I dug my fingers into my wrists, thanked him, and picked up my bag and walked out fighting the urge to let words spill out of my mouth like lava. Be gracious, be gracious, I reminded myself. But you know what, I thought? It isn’t even worth it if I’m going to regret leaving him like this every day. Next week, I promised myself. Something has to change.
this is really described what i feeling right now . what i am going through .
"Frustrated that my passion wasn’t enough to get me to where I wanted to be"