Sometimes I wonder how some people could easily reach for something I have longed for.
As I watched and applauded them on their wins, whether getting the job I’ve always wanted or simply being in a romantic relationship—I stayed there, with my mind echoing the words, “When will that happen to me too?”
Is it all about timing or is it a matter of who deserves it best? I often asked myself where it went wrong. Was it simply the circumstances or me?
It’s not jealousy or envy. But a longing for something I can’t quite grasp, as if my dreams were nothing but an unreachable star.
Every night I prayed that the universe has not forgotten about me yet. I remain hopeful that it will come to me soon. But I am constantly haunted by the fact that some people can peacefully sleep at night because it has already happened to them, while I still stumble upon my words of hope with my hands clamped together and my knees on the cold ground.
But maybe these words are not a plea, but a pulse. A reminder of my wants. A sign that I still had dreams for myself.
“When will that happen to me too?” Perhaps the answer is already on its way.
