Sometimes I think I'm jaded. It seems so much more easier to let go and walk away than to stay and try to make things right..again..again..and again..and again..and God knows how and when this is going to end.

I am running along this very, very long corridor. Soon, I came face to face with a door. It was locked. I went to find the key myself..and I got it. I got through the door and continue running. Not long after that, there was another door. Again, it was locked and I had to find the key and unlock it myself. I kept on running..and the same thing happens; the next few doors were locked too. I shrugged and merely moved on..believing that after so many doors, I will eventually reach the end of the corridor. At the same time, I hate to believe that I will never ever reach the end of the corridor -- after all the efforts I had put in to find the keys and all. So I moved on.

The corridor was empty for a while. I began to see hope..and so I ran faster. Blinded by excitement, I didn't see another door and I ran right into it. I sat on the ground, examining my brusies. I thought and thought..and decided that they will recover and so I got up. I pushed at the door and surprisingly, it wasn't locked. Feeling slightly relieved, I got through.

I ran again. Soon, I came face to face with two doors. One was locked. The other wasn't. I was already panting by then..so I ended up deciding I will go through the unlocked door. As soon as I walked pass the door, it closed and sealed itself. I ran on. Again, this corridor looked quite empty. However, I soon realised that I have been running on ragged rocks. My foot soon begins to ache. I took a rest every now and then..beacuse again, I cling on to the hope that I will soon see the end of the corridor. But I was disappointed. If there ever was a difference, the rocks further down got worse. I felt betrayed by my own naiive belief that I will soon see the end of the corridor. But then, the last thing I will do is to give up.

And I continue to run...