Before
*I had given up at that point. It took all the courage in me, to admit, that I was helpless, and I had to let it go. As someone used to trying and working hard, it was extremely tough. And I made my peace with it, in a slightly disappointed way, but I did. That day when I woke up, I had no idea that the universe had a surprise. As I read that fortune, my peace turned into chaos again. It was a sick joke from the universe. "Why would it do that to me?" "Am I a bad person?" "Why are my wounds being revived?" With all those thoughts, I crumbled up that piece of paper, as it was mocking me and challenging my determination to be at peace with the miserable reality I was surviving, and threw it in the trash right outside, and as I wiped my tear, I told it "You got me this time, but never again." Little did I know, the next surprise would piece together the kindness the universe had shown towards me. After all this time. I wiped my tears again, and told Universe "You got me again."*
After
* Right away, I quit. I had to admit it to myself, admit I couldn’t, and I had to give up. As someone who tried and worked, it was very difficult. I made peace with him, I was heartbroken, but I did it. When I woke up that day, I had no idea the universe was amazing. When I learned that happiness, my peace returned to me. There were bad jokes everywhere. "Why would he do that to me?" "I'm terrible?" "Why are my wounds burning?" With these thoughts I tore that piece, teased myself, and asked for my decision to be at peace with the evil truth I was living in, and threw it in the trash can, and when I wiped away my tears, I said, "This time you are with me, but also." I knew nothing, another miracle would include the beauty I was shown all over the universe. After that time it was over. I wiped away my tears again and said to Space, "You're bringing me back."