the story isn’t over yet

He is a proud dad, a loving husband and a good businessman,
and not so popular singer.

After dinner, he tucked her beautiful daughter in bed, kissed his wife goodnight, and sat on his terrace in silence and solace, remembering that dreadful night when he decided to take his own life.
After all, living without one’s dream is anyway death, at least he thought so, years ago.

His dream of becoming a successful singer broke into a million pieces when he lost the reality show which was his only ticket to success at that time.

He found no other way of escape from that pain and despair.

The decision was taken, death seemed the only solution, he didn’t want to face his family, but as soon as he picked up the blade, his phone rang, it was his sister.

He remembered her face for one last time, so full of life, laughing, living, dreaming, his lips stretched a little in a feeble smile while his mind wandered “will her carefree smile will still dance on her cute face, will she still dream like there is no tomorrow?”

The blade fell off his hands, he held his phone close to his heart while tears kept flowing until the first ray of the sun touched his face.

He got up from the cold floor and marked the date on his calendar, it was a day to celebrate, he chose life over death, it was a victory.

And tonight, here he was not so successful still a singer, he never left singing, he never could.
His singing was beyond this definition of success and failure.

He wrote another note to his younger self

” don’t quit it will be worth it,even if it might not exactly be as you want it to be still it will be so very beautiful. I promise.”

Maybe somewhere in some other time or space, someone needed to hear this ,

“the story isn’t over yet;”