When I loose, sometimes I find solace in blaming it on God. He is my hero sometimes and i hate him also.
Sometimes I dont know if i believe in him – but i desperately want to.
in this way, he has given a lot to me, he has taken alot from me also – but i’ve lost more than that which he has taken form me,
but, i think he’s been giving me all my life. Sometimes I think he’s given me too much.
I lost something that i never thought i’d loose and somthing i never wanted to loose and sometimes i think maybe, at the end of that day, looking back now, 10 years on, me sitting here on the couch in front of the tv – wouldn’t have been very different if it was me that got lost. 10 years down the line, i think that he would’ve been a better passenger in life than me.
You don’t know what you have until its gone. but if you never knew you had it, you’ve lost more.