You wake up one morning and realize that you still don’t really belong anywhere. You’re frustrated by chasing your parents dreams of living a wondrous life climbing the economic ladder while attempting to stomp on the notion that money equals happiness. Neither option seems plausible. But your rebellious nature turns handshakes to fists, adding all of the pent up rage from pretending to fit in with your schoolyard friends, who jump from masters to phd. They condescend the school system for stealing their money while toying with the idea that it would be nice to have a job and buy nice things. But they come and they go and there’s no understanding that this life isn’t easy, it’s just easier to frown upon those who have something.
You get out of bed and wonder why it is that you can’t really go outside. Aside from the pouring rain, there’s little stopping you. Except the dishes, the dust piles, and all of the junk that’s squandering in all of the places you don’t want to look. There’s no food in the fridge and it’s easier to make grilled cheese than eat an apple - the apples are old and fermenting. Who says you have nice things? Nothing makes sense when you wonder what the hell you’re doing here. It’s another year to succeed and grow older. Another year to waste away in the same circus act, leading all the scared animals to their grave in your one-piece clown suit.
You don’t know what life is for and you don’t know why you walk the same old streets, when there are a thousand others to traverse. One day we’ll all wake up and know what it was for. But not this morning and certainly not today. This wasted day of days. Another calendar marked with an X.
You wake up in the morning and wonder if any of it makes sense anymore.1 notes / 3 days ago / reblog