It’s a grotesque life.
How can I not be grouchy all the time? There are several reasons. They maybe proper, or just vaguely grim. But all I can be is ‘grumpy’.
And I can’t even help it. Cause every time I try to cheer up my mind, life just snaps back and says,”hold! There’s a place for these earthly material happiness. And you’re just a misfit! Trying to glide into the world of normals ain’t your cup of tea”.
So what do I do now? Should I just slip out like a speck of air? Or should I let life take my trip for the entire being of life? A life which has no meaning; a life which has no strength; a life so basely vague; a life, not worth being on the dance floor of life and , well, breaking a leg!
What do we want out of life? What do we really get? Why do a few mistakes make someone so despicable that it’s beyond others to forget? Is a little mistake so big a crime, that without thinking twice, they just abandon a person, and wish for them to die? Is it life who’s cruel? Or is it just us? Is it our way of thinking? Or is it just a passing phase? What is it? What could it be? Our entire life goes on, just looking for these unanswered questions. And by the time we realize that our questions will remain unanswered, it’s too late. We watch from another world, our bodies being taken away.
What do I do? How do I survive? When will our prayers be answered? Is there anyone listening? For real? I guess, that’s another question, which will forever be unanswered. But I will fight on. Try to fit in. Make my place amongst the other misfits. And I have faith. I will be content some day.
Too soon to tell, but too much faith to hang on...
