The Truth of Clichés
Life is... hard. And not just the life that surrounds you, the difficulty of getting somewhere, of making something of yourself. If it just came down to determination and making use of what's around you, I bet there'd be a lot more happy/successful people.
Life is hard, difficult, like running a 5 minute mile when you haven't excercised in years, and your'e 40 pounds heavier. It's hard like forgiveness when the person you need to forgive isn't sorry or even acknowledges anything he/she might have done wrong. Life is hard, like trying to breathe after being kicked directly in the stomach, unexpectedly.
Life is hard because most of our struggles are inside ourselves. Most of our battles are within, and we cannot see with our eyes... we must feel around with our souls. And how often we forget the spirit within. How often our lives are led obtaining false valuables... the materials we think show our success...
And I never wanted to feel this way... I expected to somehow grow up and out of those feelings of inferiority... as if age would secure my place in this world... and somehow I now feel LESS secure... just a floating formation of carbon, my thoughts and wants and voice silenced by the lack of contact with those around me. And it's no one's fault but my own.
Someone once referred to adults as being a grown-up bundle of their phobias and prejudices. And I never wanted to disintegrate into that... but now I feel it happened, all on it's own. As if it's the natural order of things. And what good is it to fight nature? Regardless of why or who... I will always have a tendency to fight that which I feel is non-conducive to life and/or happiness... so even if it's nature, I will fight it. But I am getting older, and my fight is growing weaker.
Life is hard, difficult, like running a 5 minute mile when you haven't excercised in years, and your'e 40 pounds heavier. It's hard like forgiveness when the person you need to forgive isn't sorry or even acknowledges anything he/she might have done wrong. Life is hard, like trying to breathe after being kicked directly in the stomach, unexpectedly.
Life is hard because most of our struggles are inside ourselves. Most of our battles are within, and we cannot see with our eyes... we must feel around with our souls. And how often we forget the spirit within. How often our lives are led obtaining false valuables... the materials we think show our success...
And I never wanted to feel this way... I expected to somehow grow up and out of those feelings of inferiority... as if age would secure my place in this world... and somehow I now feel LESS secure... just a floating formation of carbon, my thoughts and wants and voice silenced by the lack of contact with those around me. And it's no one's fault but my own.
Someone once referred to adults as being a grown-up bundle of their phobias and prejudices. And I never wanted to disintegrate into that... but now I feel it happened, all on it's own. As if it's the natural order of things. And what good is it to fight nature? Regardless of why or who... I will always have a tendency to fight that which I feel is non-conducive to life and/or happiness... so even if it's nature, I will fight it. But I am getting older, and my fight is growing weaker.