We struggle. Everyone struggle. The struggle came with the demands and expectations of a modern society; job, relationship, love, hate, kin and kith to begin with. Then more often than not, someone will fall into a downward spiral of lost hopes and extinguished dreams, unable to pull themselves out of the confine of a dungeon they think they deserve.

From a sideline, we feel their anguish, see their tears, and smell more trouble brewing. From the edge of a building, they looked up and saw no stars in a clear night, just a bloodied mess of a body when they looked down. They are deep in contemplation to take a leap, and find a relieve when they stop falling.

Then we pounder and wonder what is to be done, if at all.

Sometimes, all they needed is a person to believe in them, to hope with them, and stand next to them to channel an unseen energy of confidence and courage into them.

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