Life seems to be getting harder on me with everyday passing by, I can see my dreams are being shattered down and mind is getting ripped off into pieces. Frustration is gradually overtaking my existence with its heavy influence on my life. The path ahead of me appears to be cut off and the road is blocked for ages holding me back from progress. Every night, lying on the bed, staring right at the ceiling and the moving fan in my dark room, I strive to connect the dots but there is something invisible that never let it happen. Having spent the gloomy night all alone on my lonely bed, I aim to begin the dawn with lot positivity but as the dawn moves to dusk my ambitions are torn apart when it encounters the cruel reality.
My own existence often makes me feel segregated from the joyful world around me. I can relate myself quite well to the character of ‘pursuit of happiness’ where he felt as hopeless as I feel every day. Yet the only difference is that in the movie he succeeded in the end whereas I am not at all aware of where my destiny will drift me eventually. The heaviness of failure has embraced me with so much compassion that it seems impossible to release me any sooner. The gloomy days of my life never let my mind set free from the unseen debars that is holding me back for ages. In my own conscious I feel envy of the success that could have been me companion as well but my honesty does never let overpower my own being above anything that could have been mine.
Life at times surprise me with a glimpse of hope but soon after I realize it was just an illustration to evade my own being and deceive my own intuition. I am struggling hard to get along with life as beautiful as I can but it often pushes me into the dark corner where I feel lost and suffocated. I am trying hard to get up and jump in the air and exclaim with joy just like the last scene of the aforementioned movie, where the hero says happily ‘This little part of my life, this very little part of my life, called happiness’!
Full of riddles but these riddles point to a man who's written it having had a share of emotionality that has helped shape his view of his life. Though the mood here is doleful but there's still hope when he says this line "I am trying hard to get up and jump in the air and exclaim with joy just like the last scene of the aforementioned movie" rather exuberantly. There's light everywhere and there's also a paradox here that if one doesn't experience dark, how will he ever come to appreciate the brightness which dispels dark ? I'm hopeful that my dear writer will find his bright muse once this veil of abject darkness has passes. Nevertheless, I felt robbed of my mental faculty reading this!!!!!!??!!
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