Have you ever experienced what “having the world in the palm of your hands” mean?

An abounding amount of a good thing is great; however when you have too much of something pleasant, it becomes unpleasant in a heartbeat.

Maybe that’s what happened to me? But, instead of me getting tired of a routine, faith has stopped being kind to me.

I assumed it was fair, but one person can only take so much. For 20 years, I was treasured as a gift, the pupil of my parents’ eyes, their pride and joy. To be in the position where everything was a snap of a finger away, what more could I have asked for?

It was my mistake. It was my wrong-doing. But I was never given a second chance. Not by my peers, not by society, not even by the parents that gave birth to me, their only child. I lost everything, but despite it all, I gained my world.

But that was 5 years ago. Crazy how one moment can change a custom of over 2 decades. I know I have to accept reality. But there is one that makes no sense to me. Because when everyone else was thinking it, he would never admit that I am unworthy.