My words

While, walking along with the society, I now intensely feel an unfixable vacuum within me. The hope that I possessed for so long, seems to be departing my soul gradually. I simply feel disdain and disappointed for the situation that I am living into. The turmoil and busyness of life kind of forced me to loosen the grip of mine over my own life. The society and its people have taken full control over it.  Looking back at life I can only regret for living behind those golden days of my boyhood. I, at present crave immensely to go back to those days but unfortunately there is no turning back for me. I, bemoan nearly every night for my solitary confinement in my one bed room flat. The tiny residence of mine is apparently weighing down a huge pressure upon me that neither can be seen nor understood by anyone.

I seldom invoke the memories of the days of childhood, when life was full of joy and happiness. Amid all the crisis and problem that we had in past, there was a sublime gesture of concern in the mind of ours for each other. But, with time that joy and concern for one another has simply perished from our world. Having spent Thirty Two years of my life with my family and close friends, now when I started living my life all alone, I desperately struggle to find my own identity. Life has become so dull and predictable to me that I no longer derive any rapture out of it.

As I am growing old, life appears so artificial to me that I barely get the reason to feel truly happy within. The motivation that steered me to the path of virtue till the time also looks vague and unrealistic now. I can’t quite distinguish between good and bad. I feel lost from every aspect of life. I do not know how things will be in the coming days but I am certain of one thing that sooner or later I shall like all others be engulfed by the mist of death. Given that fact, the only longing that remains latent within me is that before that final minute of my life, I shall be able to feel content within. I, acknowledge the biggest truth of life that was long ago narrated by Shakespeare that ‘life is a stage and we all have a limited role to play here’.