Day after day...
The first rays of the sun break through the clouds…a new day begins…another day of the many countless days still left in his life. How many? He doesn’t know…all he knows is that it’s a new struggle, new wars will be waged today, just like yesterday and the day before and the day before that. A struggle for survival that he’s forced to endure and carry on…day after day…why? Is it his fault that he was born into this pathetic world? What did he do to deserve this life? Did he intend coming here, was it merely a fruit of love or maybe the “one-in-a-million” that made its way to the jackpot? Would he have come here, given a choice? Was there a choice and were the other options worse than this? He shudders to think what the other’s would have been if this is the best of the lot. He laughs…within himself…no one hears or sees anything…should they?
Light travels fast and thought faster…as the rays of the sun stream down and kiss the ground his mind wanders away to countless thoughts…about life, purpose, people, family, friends, music and God knows what else! Wishing he had wings so that he could fly high above this maddening pit called life, he’s unable to even jump high enough to look beyond the mundane everyday tussles. Phone calls to be made, mails to be sent. People to talk to, requests to be made, statements to be said, threats to be made…all so that he can feel that he’s done a good day’s “work”…work which has become as meaningless as his existence. Where is that meaning? Why does the need for that meaning arise? Can he not accept life like everyone else, bound and tied to a cycle which tends to become more of a habit, like a medicine to numb one so that life can be endured…day after day after day…
People are waking up…now they will walk and come towards him. Questions will be asked, answers will have to be given…needless interactions which should have been avoided but can’t be. He chose his own destiny…every bit of it…with no one to blame, no one to take the fall. Except for…himself. Why was it so difficult to lead a life which would have been easier and more comfortable…what is gained out of this self inflicted misery? This pain?
He doesn’t know…no one does…
As he readies his ammunition to fight the wars that he must fight today…he knows there is one fight that he cannot win…doesn’t want to win…the inevitable moment when he will fall down…into the hands of…death…
Light travels fast and thought faster…as the rays of the sun stream down and kiss the ground his mind wanders away to countless thoughts…about life, purpose, people, family, friends, music and God knows what else! Wishing he had wings so that he could fly high above this maddening pit called life, he’s unable to even jump high enough to look beyond the mundane everyday tussles. Phone calls to be made, mails to be sent. People to talk to, requests to be made, statements to be said, threats to be made…all so that he can feel that he’s done a good day’s “work”…work which has become as meaningless as his existence. Where is that meaning? Why does the need for that meaning arise? Can he not accept life like everyone else, bound and tied to a cycle which tends to become more of a habit, like a medicine to numb one so that life can be endured…day after day after day…
People are waking up…now they will walk and come towards him. Questions will be asked, answers will have to be given…needless interactions which should have been avoided but can’t be. He chose his own destiny…every bit of it…with no one to blame, no one to take the fall. Except for…himself. Why was it so difficult to lead a life which would have been easier and more comfortable…what is gained out of this self inflicted misery? This pain?
He doesn’t know…no one does…
As he readies his ammunition to fight the wars that he must fight today…he knows there is one fight that he cannot win…doesn’t want to win…the inevitable moment when he will fall down…into the hands of…death…
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