She is a greedy bastard who is never satisfied. Never blessed her strength for carrying her ungrateful baggage’s to the shores. Now the next thing is to swim the river of fear. & the salty taste in her mouth isn’t blood but her rebellious tears. If she embraced her journey first, & realised her life isn’t a race, She wouldn’t be drowning in the murky sea of the next accomplishment. She will definitely make it, But she won’t get there without soaking in despire.