I wish to be a
man of hope again but this
life is just too cruel

11:16 AM
22/12/19

We are growing into
a world of empty promises,
a world of dishonesty,
a world of trust issues,
a world of backstabbers,
& a world of one-sided efforts.

We're losing our motivation
of pursuing relationships & friendships.

We're sabotaging the progress
we're making to better our lives.

I don't know if this is my pessimistic thinking
or its reality.

Whatever it is, it's sad.

Let them leave-
it doesn't matter.
If life is temporary,
how can they be permanent?
Nothing really lasts so
strap yourself in and
enjoy the ride.

Tell me please, why do you like death?
What is it about her?
Is she better than me?
Do you have a cemetery shortage?

Candles.
This town is endless.

And as I bathed in milk, it became curdled. My heart eventually turning everything sour. It is a magic trick only I know.

Does everyone come to realize that life is just a terminal illness?

That feeling you get when you try giving up being a pessimist.

"You need a good education to live a full and happy life."
                  "You'll never make it without a degree."
                                 "Be reasonable."
                                          "Have a plan B."
                                                     "Be realistic."

What's realistic to me is different than what's realistic to you.
        I don't want a plan B, my heart is set on one thing.
               If being reasonable means working a dead end job,
                     consider me the contrary.
                            No degree means no me? What about Brian Adams,
                                Adele, David Bowe, Thomas Edison and even
                                    nine US presidents with no degree and
                                       amazing lives.
                                         Some people I know dropped out of high
                                          school, barely know how to sign their name
                                        and living their lives to the fullest.

So do not tell me what to do or who I am or who I have to be.
         I will be me, even if that means I am a starving artist at fifty-
             three.
                 Even if that means I am couch surfing half my life while
                     finding my dream job.
                         Even if that means I am unrealistically hopeful my
                             whole life.
                                At least I am not a pessimistic, discouraging, sad
                                    being. Like you want me to be.