Sometimes I wonder whether will-power is all that I need in my life in order to feel whole.
If I learn to never follow my instincts and rather rely on my rational thinking, will I feel better, will I feel whole when I scrape off joviality from the edges of my soul?
Won't I feel bitter, won't I feel low that I have not smiled sincerely since ages ago?
Is everyone capable of experiencing love or is this what is said by the Man from above?
Aren't we all delusional enough to blame God and religion that our lives are so tough?
Are we blind for the realization that all of us are a creation, perfectly fallible and right, but often wrong, yet much like a rhythmic sensation in a song?
Why are we rude and envious of others when we all should behave just like we're brothers?
Everyone is suffering under the rain perpetually waiting for the arrival of a plane; a plane that could carry them to another dimension but we all know that's just an absurd pretension.
Life does fly by and it's a well-known fact, yet few can even maintain an eye contact with that beautiful woman or that handsome man, standing at the corner of the room with no plan.
Life does fly by and it's a well-know fact, yet it's just an idea, so abstract as not to even make an impression, leaving us deal with our own depression.
Life does fly by, yet that woman can't leave the man she has married, the man that would deceive. She's lying to herself that it's all for the better, swaying down the tree's branch just like a feather.
So, donβt be so anxious, so scared and insincere; Life is indeed too short for that, dear...