Rat Race

And you can't help but wonder what love is. Why there is so much fuss around you, always. Why should we all be successful or die trying to be. Why should we follow the schedules. Why should we always be happy, or at least show that we are. Why should I know where I want to be five years down the line. Why should I be confident all the time. Why do I have to pretend that I love everybody. Why should I have up to date knowledge about what's happening around the world. What the fuck happened to Life? Living?

You know, I am going to cry right now. Yes. And I'm going to be proud of each tear that will fall from my eyes. Not because it's an act of defiance, but because it's an act of liberation.
I'm going to scream loud enough to break the walls of discontent that surrounds me every second. I will write about my failures and relish and celebrate each and every one of them, for they are the scars that have beautified my soul. I want to be sad, weak, and feel happy about it. I am not a god after all.

Yep, it's all confusing. They say, all of us are born with a purpose on this earth, but they say a lot of things don't they. I'm not denying my life doesn't have any purpose, all I'm saying is it's not a burden I must fulfill. It's something I must discover every moment, rather than being bound by it.