Some... unpleasant things... have happened.
Yet... I don't feel... depressed.
Maybe because I'm really learning to trust in God...
Or maybe because I just played soccer...
I know God is my refuge... but soccer is like... my second refuge.
A place where I can be lost to my troubles... my problems... my sadnesses.
What I wanted... or what I thought I wanted... I'm not even chasing it that badly anymore.
Que será, será.
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