Were you once a cheery hearted and jolly good fellow? Did you once feel like life was a playground filled with exotic toys and decorated with millions of balloons? Did you at one point in life try to see the good outcome in every thing? Were you once empathetic to a fault? Did you once believe in love, unicorns and other false stories? Were you at some point a soul that forgave easily? Were you ever fulfilled by just basking in the euphoria of mere dreams and future goals? Did you go to church and dance to the praise and worship without it being a bribe for God to answer a certain prayer? Did things slowly start turning sour and you thought "oh weeping may endure for a night but joy cometh in the morning"? Did that night of weeping endure for many more nights? Did the hardship all of a sudden seem like it was not for just a little while? Did you wake up to look up and see a few colored lines instead of an actual rainbow? Did the story of your life all of a sudden seem unformatted? No paragraphs, no punctuations and draggy boring chapters? Did you start getting adapted to pain? Did your eyes start seeing it's basic functionality as a crying tool rather than a seeing tool? Did you start asking God where he was? Did you do a countdown and remembrance of sins and attribute your predicament to them? Do you still feel forlorn? Have you accepted the pain as a norm? Have you asked yourself if there are principalities and powers chasing you in your village? Do bad things happen to you and you are numb to it because you are probably used to it? Do people now talk to you and you are staring at them quite alright but you cannot hear them? Do you wake up in the morning with a detailed plan of "How to frown today"? Are you now on autopilot? Wake up, go to work, repeat? Are you the life of the pity party?
I may have not exhausted it all but if all your answers are yes, you my friend have no more funds in your emotional bank account. I suggest you... Oh well, I actually have nothing to suggest. Yep, that's as empty as empty can be.
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