For how long will you let the fear,
drive you crazy, my dear!
Your dreams will float away,
the kind of future you imagined,
the beliefs that you had,
will be washed by the waves,
like a sand castle too weak to defend itself.
Us millennials are so baffled with fright,
that we are fighting liberalism,
and destroying the hard earned,
longest peaceful time in the history.
For the first time more people are dying,
not for hunger, but for eating too much.
More people are dying by choice,
than in wars and strikes.
This was a path of progress,
which we unitedly neglect,
and proceed with our old ways.
Building warships and nukes,
striking other countries and combats.
We directed our fears in the past,
but now fear drives us.
We are scared of hate and,
we are scared to love.
If you let the demon of terror,
muddle your hopes and trust.
It won’t be long before you let,
your life and planet drift away.
Drowning, gasping for air
When you are not so glad to be there
Then you come up and see the lights
The blue sky and the blue ocean
Separated by a thin horizon.
In the next moment you are flying,
Like a bird who has never used its wings,
The thrill, the rush of ecstacy, and the warmth,
The kind that keeps you awake for years,
And then suddenly you fall deep into the ocean,
Gasping for air, feeling helpless again.
The cold waves hitting the warm memories.
You wish you had never flown there.
The invisible pain of drowning,
And the invisible pain of bleeding,
You wish you had never been alive.
But then you swim through this,
And smile back at everyone you see.
Because the addiction called love,
has taken its prey, my friend.
And it is going to be years,
Before the hurt ends.
How do you know what is right,
And what is wrong?
From guilt, failure, past whatevers,
How do you know when to move on?
When life has a glitch,
And you cannot fix it,
How do you keep yourself running?
And not fall down.
Shackles of life are holding your hands,
How do you find your ground?
When everything else is pulling you back.
There is nothing called right and wrong,
For the world works around a slippery gray ground.
So, liberate yourself from the rules of life,
For there is no such thing to define.
My grandpa pointed out yesterday about how materialistic our generation has become. I argued that it is the increased competition in this fast paced world that has sucked the lives out of our generation. And we have given up our hopes of permanent happiness, and rely on short bursts of pampering ourselves with materialistic pleasure. I should actually be happy with everything I have. But frankly, gifting myself this phone from my pocket money just gave me a sense of excitement for a few hours. While deep inside I am lonely permanently, I crave for understanding from a fellow human being. I crave for success. I also crave for parts of those cheesy fairy tales of ever afters. But then I imagine cuddling three little cats and doze off to sleep with the phone screen lightened up with cat pictures. 😀
You know when you begin to live your 20’s, you experience a sense of dread in the happiness. It is because we have experienced good going away too soon before you could even get used to it. It is easier to not be happy at all than be happy and get over it. Even if you don’t feel okay, the society expects you to move on. And more often than not we succumb and kill ourselves over that pressure. You start measuring your life in the worst-case-scenario scale. You detest perfect romantic movies because you know that the real life is shittier. Fairy tales make you wonder what better could we have done to not arrive at where we are today. We millennials suffer from a new phenomenon called a quarter life crisis. Well, I have been living my quarter life crisis since I was a kid. Does it get better? No, it doesn’t. We just get used to the pathetic misery that is our lives.
There is a story we all leave behind. The story that shapes us in ways beyond imagination. It becomes the reason of why and how we have grown into what we are today. You try to escape it, bury it. But it haunts you like a shadow. I have recently realized whatever weird person I may seem today started at that very story long back. It shaped me to be the logical person I am today. That chapter of my life is the reason I can separate feelings from everything else. It is also the reason why I can survive hard conditions and get over it sooner. But it also happens to be the reason people can get over me sooner. XD
P.S. Dear readers, don’t ask me what my story is. It has and will remain undisclosed for anyone on this planet except me. But feel free to discuss yours with me.
Live long and prosper!
You must have seen what happens in a race. I am talking about the sports called running. The amount of effort that a winner needs to finish the crossing line grows exponentially. And just when you are so close to winning is the time when you really really want to give up. The olympic gold medalists are trained to not think about winning during the match. Why? Because they want their entire subconscious to concentrate on just the game. Thinking about winning makes one lose. Just focus on the game, and the match ahead of you. Thinking about winning makes one procrastinate, or make unrealistic strategy and game plans. Now that’s not good for the race, is it?