Time and time again, we always seem to to rate this world as an unfair and cruel place that we inhabit, a sadistic realm where the odd are always against you, but that's life, unfortunately.
If the world were to never challenge you, if the wind was always flowing with you, just how much of an ideal place would that be?! Wrong, absolutely wrong! If the world were to never oppose you, then I guess there is really no reason for you to live, isn't it? To live, is to endure the pains that await you, that's the ideal mindset that we should carry.
Take me for example, always cheerful on the outside, but always going through psychological torment imposed on myself, and here I am writing this to vent my anger. Damn, I'm selfish and I hate it. I will always ask myself and confide to others about my problems, and it has helped released a bit of pent up tension and anxiety, and I always dreamt that what a wonderful life that'll be, if my problems never existed to begin with, but if that dream was granted, if I didn't have to suffer anymore, what's the point of fighting for your existence, what's the point of working hard to achieve that same dream, what do you even live for?
To be able to go through the suffering is what makes you a strong person, a person that can live to the fullest, someone that I long to be. I'll always be chasing after his shadow after all, never having my light shining bright at it's always engulfed by the darkness that lurks within the shadows of his existence, and the most ironic part is that he's…
…my best friend.
When I look at some of my classmates, they make me feel so powerless, so weak and feeble, like i don't belong there. People tell me that I shouldn't bother with them, that avoiding them ends my suffering. As a wise man said, it's easier said than done. I see them everyday of my schooling life, it's inevitable to run into them sooner or later. God, looking at them, really makes me feel forsaken, it hurts so bad that my suffering just won't stop.
Damn, I long for the day this suffering ends, but this pain is the proof of my existence, a sign that shows I have a meaning in this life. I'll forge a path eventually to break free from this curse, this suffering, cause that's what it means to live.
If wishes could be granted, if everything I ever asked for was given to me in a silver platter, then I wouldn't want anything, because then there's no point to struggle, no point to live your life to the fullest,
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