Life is such a challenging thing. Just when you learn to accept and think you've got a semblance of peace of mine, it throws another surprise at you. It's a constant learning experience....drink out of a bottle, don't pee in bed, awkward teenage years, quit smoking, quit sleeping around, marriage, children, and then the children's learning process and before you know it...you're all spent out on a cold deathbed.
If life keeps shoving hurdles onto your track, how does it expect you to 'live'? Yes, yes people tell me that living is all about being excited, enjoying or just integrating the surprises that come along. Make lemonade outta your lemons. What about when it's just impossible to see any good? The moments when you wake up and just breathing is a torment. When your feet hit the ground and you know you have to go through all this again...and again....and again....it's like a vortex of vulnerability, depression, helplessness that swirls you around and around.
On days like that, yes even your very skin is detestable. Gloom-ridden, I cannot see any good out of this. There's no point to this constant struggle. This struggle to be loved, to be acknowledged, to have respite from the nonstop droning of failures, the shattering of self-respect. My entire life cascades in front of my eyes... what a disappointment I have become, what unhappiness I hold within my heart! Sometimes it's just too much to bear.
If life keeps shoving hurdles onto your track, how does it expect you to 'live'? Yes, yes people tell me that living is all about being excited, enjoying or just integrating the surprises that come along. Make lemonade outta your lemons. What about when it's just impossible to see any good? The moments when you wake up and just breathing is a torment. When your feet hit the ground and you know you have to go through all this again...and again....and again....it's like a vortex of vulnerability, depression, helplessness that swirls you around and around.
On days like that, yes even your very skin is detestable. Gloom-ridden, I cannot see any good out of this. There's no point to this constant struggle. This struggle to be loved, to be acknowledged, to have respite from the nonstop droning of failures, the shattering of self-respect. My entire life cascades in front of my eyes... what a disappointment I have become, what unhappiness I hold within my heart! Sometimes it's just too much to bear.
