I don’t know what life is about anymore. I’ve seen nice people get hurt. I watched as the rich and foolish get rewarded. We never seem to get what we deserve. So why do I even try?
I try because I am determined to believe. I am a hopeless romantic who’ll keep throwing himself into the fire in hopes of finally meeting the girl who burns with an undying flame. I won’t stop trusting the wrong people because I know what it feels like to be misunderstood. We are just humans after all, looking for the quickest way to reach our goals and never losing sight of them.
Maybe that’s what life is about.
You waited on me. And I waited on you
I told you I was waiting. And I knew you were waiting for me too
We both made a promise to wait forever.
But that promise was larger than the both of us.
“… , therefore we ought to review his work and reevaluate if the positive admiration received by his work is justified.”
As his fingers hit the final full stop key, relief flooded his body and an entire week of pent-up stress released itself in a single breath. He flexed his shoulders and enjoyed the feeling of being able to do it without feeling the guilt that every passing second spent flexing his shoulders is a passing second that could have been spent productively.
His eyelids closed, and he entered a state of bliss. It was as though his pupils were producing magical water that had miraculous healing qualities. He leaned back in the chair that has been imprinted with his rear for the past week and lazily, he moved his mouse cursor and clicked “Submit.”
It may just be a scrabble game, but you’re winning and it feels overwhelming. All your interest in classic novels and texts have paid off. But the other three players start to grumble about how you’re trying too hard, but they don’t realize that they are killing the fun for you. They don’t understand that the fun isn’t in the game, but it’s in realizing that something that you believed to be an inferior hobby turned out to be worthwhile after all.
It was all a huge lie.
I wish I had learnt sooner,
Because at the bottom I found
a little hole that only goes deeper
The rabbit hole.
No end is in sight
So I tumble ever downwards,
along the walls
So the year has finished running its course once more. And where was he this time? In another poorly lit room with loud music but accompanied by a different group of friends. Together, they danced the night – and the year – away.
But as the night slowed down, he began to wonder what has he truly accomplished in those three hundred and sixty five days. Or has he been running in circles. Well, he did end up celebrating New Year’s eve partying again. Has he simply spent a year just to end up where he started?
He racked his brain to rise above its alcohol-induced haze to come up with an achievement in the past year, any achievement. He came up flat. Perhaps it was the alcohol. But he did not drink pass his limit, so his cognitive functions should not have performed that poorly. So it was with some trepidation that he concluded, he has indeed just wasted a year doing nothing.