Too Ironical...Life Is An Irony

Life is too ironical. This is too scary. The cat is something which I have never liked. The cat is something which I have never dreamed of, is what I hate and have fear during the nights. But I need to be a cat to survive. I am a cat now...


This is the greatest and most difficult obstacles of my life. It is the toughest and I admit it is more than just a spiritual warfare. It is so ironical, but it is coming real and coming true, forming a clearer and clearer picture. If I do not handle it well, if I do not get the message, I am going to suffer even the most regret of my life, something which will cut my heart out, bleed my heart and died my heart ultimately.

I am heart-breaking already, it is a sore, a pain. I need to find strength, even more strength than I have. I need to combat IT, to save her.

If I can save her, I am going to be a great conqueror, scared to say, scared to visualize it. I really have fear. I am scared, very scared.