Why.....
Its so sad that even after running so fast and covering all the distance to reach somewhere, you feel trapped in the middle of nowhere. Everything seems so hazy, you don't know where to look, what to aim, how to live. You suck every inch of the pain for the sake of a dream, however in the back of your mind you know you are cursed and that dream is just an illusion but you keep on swallowing. You pray for hope, hope to win, win to feel freedom, feel free to lose yourself, lose to drown, drown to question, question to fight, then pray for another hope to win. Its the same loop that keeps on reiterating and you call it life. Its miserable, its painful, its blinding, its insane but, you smile, because otherwise you will be left, all by yourself, with nothing. The point is, this sadness, it is our only source of pleasure too. Without it, there is no life. I am not sure why I am typing all this, but then I am even not sure why I am existing too. Its all for the illusion which we might r...