Hello Dairy...
I come back to you after so many years....it's not that life was all good in this time but anyways....
They say I am boring. Do not get me wrong; it doesn't bother me as I am beyond all the things that would make me bother. They say I am an uncle, I act older than my age at 26, I do not enjoy what others do. I am comfortable accepting it, not because I gave up on myself but because I know it's true. But then there are always moments you wish you could enjoy some things that others do. There are moments you long for life to be normal. But that is not the way of life. It can be anything but normal. Why do you people blame me then, for being boring. I was happy being so called boring till you come and I think maybe I could be normal and excited about things the way you are able to. I try, try, try...and I sometimes hope maybe I can enjoy the moment, maybe I will get there; the state where one is living in the moment like you, minus the past, minus everything. I wanted to be exciting, I wanted to be Not-Boring. So what happened?
Dear life, you took away my reasons of excitement and made me realise being boring is the way of life for me because You, my dear life need to throw darkness around each corner, around each hope, around each potential happiness.
Family, Relationships, Career. Three areas plagued by darkness on the same day. And I acknowledge your dexterity on hitting that bullseye. Just wow. I was tackling, coping up with one problem and you slapped my face with a bigger one. I broke, gave up on first problem. Then you pinched me with third. And these hurts have now made me numb. Numb to the extent that I am not only boring, I feel emotionless. Maybe that's good - being emotionless. Maybe that's how future is, thanks for preparing me for it.
-LD
I come back to you after so many years....it's not that life was all good in this time but anyways....
They say I am boring. Do not get me wrong; it doesn't bother me as I am beyond all the things that would make me bother. They say I am an uncle, I act older than my age at 26, I do not enjoy what others do. I am comfortable accepting it, not because I gave up on myself but because I know it's true. But then there are always moments you wish you could enjoy some things that others do. There are moments you long for life to be normal. But that is not the way of life. It can be anything but normal. Why do you people blame me then, for being boring. I was happy being so called boring till you come and I think maybe I could be normal and excited about things the way you are able to. I try, try, try...and I sometimes hope maybe I can enjoy the moment, maybe I will get there; the state where one is living in the moment like you, minus the past, minus everything. I wanted to be exciting, I wanted to be Not-Boring. So what happened?
Dear life, you took away my reasons of excitement and made me realise being boring is the way of life for me because You, my dear life need to throw darkness around each corner, around each hope, around each potential happiness.
Family, Relationships, Career. Three areas plagued by darkness on the same day. And I acknowledge your dexterity on hitting that bullseye. Just wow. I was tackling, coping up with one problem and you slapped my face with a bigger one. I broke, gave up on first problem. Then you pinched me with third. And these hurts have now made me numb. Numb to the extent that I am not only boring, I feel emotionless. Maybe that's good - being emotionless. Maybe that's how future is, thanks for preparing me for it.
-LD
1 comment:
Being boring is being at peace my dear.. just accept the way you are.. and let others accept the way you are
Post a Comment