Let’s face it. There are more of downs than ups in life. There are scattered pieces of why mes we have to deal with. There are wasted tears, awful howls, tearing anger, and then the inevitable numbness. There are moments we want to kill a whole lot of people, we want to kill ourselves sometimes, we want to run away, we want to hide, we want to escape, push things under the carpet till it becomes a highly noticeable mould. We can’t imagine a life beyond, we cannot see that light at the end of the tunnel everyone talks about, we cannot act happy when there is sadness on the unnecessarily placed back of our mind. We smile when tears are forcing its way out, act like the all bearing heroes in the innumerable movies influenced us. We fight our minds, fight our hearts, fight the interfering other minds which to mask their own sorrow dwell onto others. We all, at different times, have seen the end of the world.
But we make it back. Slowly and surely we retrace our steps. We all are heroes in our own right and in our own way show the steady mettle we made of. We learn to fight out. We learn to unlearn and learn the ways we are endowed with. We search for the joys hidden in the ever shifting sand. And we find it. Nugget by nugget. To form a whole. We make our own advices; we make ourselves listen to them. We search our way out. We find the directions laid out. And then we find the light everyone talks of. We make it to the top and look back and smile. It was all just a bad taste. I am happy I had my sugar. I am happy hope lingered.