wrestle this thing down and sit on it

Apr 23, 2012 22:51

The first stage started with being frustrated and stressed out beyond believe. Unable to distinguish between physical tiredness and tbe emotional one. Wrung out, left to dry, dipped in the cold bucket again by morning.

Then you reached the stage when you didn't even have the strength to cry. Even if you felt like it, you simply can't. Cause even the simple act of crying took too much effort.

Then when you've moved pass that, you reached the zen stage. When you started to get why those brokers took up substances alongside their coffee. Not even as chemical recreational activity, but to boost up your consciousness, jacking it up pass that sleepiness threshold your body posses. Just to make a living. Just to hotwire your brain to wrestle through polite bargaining words, numbers too threatening to comprehend, jurisdiction scuffles tailed by condescending pats on the back.

And even then you started thinking that you had it so much better. Better than your seniors. Better than your parents with their past hardships and hurdles. Better than your grandparents, cause it was not trying to make a living so much as trying to stay alive back then with their war and revolutions.

Tough problems don't last, tough people do.

so shut it self

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