Life, a fact worth discussion. So fast, it doesn’t even break a sweat. Doesn’t even glance at us to look at what we are feeling. Are we even worth it then? Do we even matter?
It clearly doesn’t even want to look at what we feel. We seem like grass left to just wither away. Why should we have to face such agony and unimportance from ourselves.
Have you ever wondered about how unfair it is that the so called person up there can give you nice apples this minute and next minute when you take a bite it tastes inexplicably sour?
Isn’t that example funny? It just makes you realize you cannot even control the fruit you yourself grow.
He: What if when you give yourself away to me?
And then you realize the contradiction.
However do you really think then we are at fault?
“No! It’s not” I say. “It’s not your fault. Don’t think that it is. I’ll slap you if you think that.”
It’s the fault of situation. It’s led by causality, a causality that is seemingly sudden but has stray links.
You start feeling angry at first, then the calm gradually floods out.
The lack of control ravages many leading them to a state of bitter calmness.
The calmness learns pass and bring a blue sky.
I continue in search for a way to refrain it from getting darker again.
We’re just always on the edge aren’t we?
Trying to keep on letting it pass.