do you still know who you were?

what were you thinking?

do you still know who you were? who you are? do you still recognize those hands that labored from early morning 'til late night? callouses overgrown, a rough patch in your hands - which reminded you of how hard it was to be far away from your family, working in a foreign land. success came as a sweet surprise to you. it came early, very early in fact that you felt king of the world when you were 32. you were king, your family adores you. and now, you say to yourself, "i am worthless." can you be compared to a beggar out on the streets asking for money? or is it really money that can quench your parched soul?

stop. look at yourself in the mirror. where have you gone? when will you come back? stop.