This is not the end of the road

  When I am facing the wall that I could not cross over, I feel so isolated that I can not help myself shaking a lot for a while. And then, I take a deep breathe to convince myself that this is not the end of the road, even it looks that way at this present moment. Eventually, the last sermon I am talking to myself is that there is a will, there is a way. 

   Of course, it does not do any good to the current situation immediately. But if I am hanging on there tightly, there have been always a way to get over a bridge although I am breeding a little bit.

   The thing is that I never make the same mistake twice. That is what I am afraid of the most.