For years, I thought I am achieving something, slowly but I am getting something out of hard work.
But it come to me that hard work doesn't justify anything.
Hard work is just a waste of time if nothing in return.
The bridge I built is falling apart, piece by piece.
It's just plain heartache seeing something I believe in, falling apart, turning into ash.
Moment like this, it's just too loud for a wake up call.
When you are too attached to one thing, even to your work, losing it ache your heart.