There is one security: there’s always insecurity…
You can’t be sure you’ll keep your job
You can’t be sure you’ll keep your love
You can’t be sure you’ll keep your health
I knew all of this and still lived as if everything was in security…
Then I lost my job
Then I shared my loved one
Then my health succumbed to the pressure
But I also know nothing is permanent, so
I’ll find a job
I’ll find my loved one
I’ll be healthy again
The path to this all seems to be very very long and feels very insecure. I can’t keep my smile every day, but I can try… And I’ll succeed somehow…
I’m a fighter…
