Crossing years

Yet another year has passed and somehow on the very first day of the year, i had a peak into the future. Though i might know what will happen, but yet i hope as before the road will not end there like others. Memories can only be something to console yourself in place of reality, but still i hope reality will be kind enough to extend it's grace, or else there is nothing to look forward to.

I am still hoping for the rainbow after the rain, while trying to stay afloat in the midst of the heavy downpour that might arrive soon. Certain things i do not understand, but why should i understand. Metaphysical questions only seek to confuse, while logic does not apply in all situation. If there is any truth in what i experience, that i still believe the rays of light appear by the instances of fate.