Ranting is allowed
Ten years since 2013. The year when I stepped into my college. A new world, a new culture and a completely new environment with new faces. College felt numb and so did my P. G. Always thought of holidays, felt happier when got them. Three months at a stretch sometimes. Holidays always meant an escape to my hometown, to my family. Now it's my mother and me and the idea of hometown does not excite me anymore. It's just a place where I survive and try to thrive. There is no escape even when there are plenty of options. Think I already know what hell might feel like.
With a deeper understanding of life, universe and humans, my mind has almost given up on the human civilization ( not to forget I don't like the street dogs crying and howling at night and continuing with it for one hour to say the least. Cockroaches and flying cockroaches appearing from almost nowhere). Elders bless us with a long life but they always fail to mention a blessed, carefree long life. Who wants to live, struggle, live, hustle, pretend, live, fall sick and die? But no! The years of your life ain't for us to have control over. It's decided by a higher power. The higher power only knows why such unnecessary misery to be brought down on us, when all that he can do is destroy the planet once and for all and not recreate it for the next one thousand years or something. I don't sound grateful because, not always I need to be the perfect human doing perfect things. Ranting is allowed.
Am I doing anything to help myself? Yes. Is it helping? Time will say. Is there anything that gives me happiness? Quite a few. Do I find it hard to wake up to the sound of my alarm? Every single day. Am I bothered when the alarm does not ring? Yes. Then what's the solution? The higher power should know. Do I get very happy when I get free time? Yes. Do I fret often about what to do when I have that free time? Yes. What's the solution? Even the higer power will question his powers now. Do I like rain? Yes. Do I like getting wet in the rain? Not always. Should Monsoons end then? No. Should it continue? No. What do I want? Well.
I urge my readers to share what they feel and how they feel about life? I don't want any suggestion or advice. I want someone to rant just the way I did. That will definitely make me feel better. I don't want pretentious perfection anymore. Enough of that! I want to see good, puzzled, strange humans.. like the one given below.
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