#writerspen

Those who are the key to our happiness.

And those who are the lock to our happiness.

At times, we need to destroy the locks to get to the key.

It has been quite sometime now since I am without a job. I used to do reasonably good or that is what I thought. Now when I am forcefully sitting idle and trying to ponder back to my job days, I am surprisingly blank.

I actually cannot remember my days of past clearly. But those were my days when I used to religiously follow the routine of my work and everthing else was centered around it. I was an earning man. I would do anything to earn more and kerp my family happy. So why am I in the fog now like someone has put ink to all my creativity?

Today, I am in a bad state with no money to support my family, frantically looking for a job, to keep my sons education on, to get food on the table, but I still cannot remember my past days of job.

So am I dead? Is that a conclusion?

How can I go ahead and try looking for the sane work when I cant remember my working experience.

I must be losing my sanity or is it just a bad dream.

Anyway I am a dead man. I want to be born again.

...alas I know, you can live only once.