#dailystruggles
I ******* hate this world.
I hate how it tears apart everyone I love from the inside,
ripping us to shreds and blaming us for not being strong.
It tells us that we are wrong or broken or not good enough to ******* carry on.
But **** you.
We haven’t failed.
Society has.
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 7:04 PM UTC
Sunlight, clocks, alarms:
They call for us, "Wake up!"
Convincing us to stumble out of bed,
Unwillingly,
As the bedsheets, the blankets, the pillows,
Are all we have.
Bosses, teachers, parents:
They call for us, "Now work!"
We persevere through the day,
Unwillingly,
Another coffee, another biscuit,
Are all we have.
Paperwork, homework, chores:
They call for us, "No rest!"
Barely surviving, we continue,
Unwillingly,
The hopes of evening, night, and stars,
Are all we have.
Eventually, it is another day over:
There is no cheer, only a sigh of relief.
We stumble to our beds, wondering,
Unwillingly,
When did we become,
Like this?
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
The morning starts with a sigh and a stare,
"Any job updates?"—the question floats in the air.
Tea on the table, tension in the air,
Unseen weights on every chair.
Children bend beneath the books,
Pages filled with worried looks.
Marks define their worth, they say,
A childhood slowly fading away.
Mom’s voice rises, a familiar song,
Dishes clatter, something’s wrong.
Bills to pay, clothes to mend,
A cycle of worries that never end.
The father nods, the news plays loud,
Another day lost within the crowd.
Dreams are trimmed to fit the mold,
Stories of risks left untold.
And yet, amidst the noise and strife,
This is home, this is life.
Love wrapped in scolding, care in demands,
A house held up by tired hands.
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 5:22 AM UTC
In this world we will have troubles:
Daily struggles, some self-inflicted, some externalised.
I can now see my greatest sin has been: refusing to accept God’s grace.
Lavishly bestowed: freely given: no strings attached, no punishment afflicted.
I repent of being internally conflicted; rning my eyes to His face,
He holds me, loves me, molds me,
As hard as this journey of life has been,
I see beauty is springing forth from within me from thee.
As deeper understanding is gained,
I can release the heavy burdens and unnecessary chains.
Grace: freely given, I now receive,
Grace: everlasting gift truly unmatched and unrestrained.
Feb 6, 2025
Feb 6, 2025 at 6:14 PM UTC