Life is what we make of it.
I don’t know what I have made of it. I don’t know what road
I should have tread on. I don’t know
if I have done as much as I should have done.
All I know is I am tired now. Suddenly in the last one year,
I have become very old. I have become old cos of the thoughts I have. I
suddenly feel void. As if I have no more time and hence, let me just relax and
let the last few days pass in peace. I get agitated but I don’t retaliate cos I
feel there is no use. No one and nothing will change. It’s time for me to bid
goodbye and hence let me just bear on for a few more days. I don’t even have a
feeling of happiness that there would be some other beginning. This feeling is
now dead.
Nothing arouses my interest, no curiosity builds up the fire
in me anymore. Somehow now I just want some peace and no more arguments and
detests. I don’t want to fight anyone nor even the system.
Is this a phase? Is this what my destiny is? Is this going
to be always there with me till I breathe my last or is this going to be
quenched with some other thirst?
Is our happiness always based on some “want” or “desire” and
the fact that today I don’t have that has made me believe less in everything?
What have I made out of Life? What did I intend to make?
What will give me the satisfaction? What will endear me to start thinking or
living?
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