Depth Of My Heart

Life

8, July 2017,
Saturday.

Why is it that some people who got almost passed were happy and some with good grades were crying?

We are never satisfied with what we get. Didn't we got that because that was what we deserved?

Everyone says your parents will be happy if you get good grades. Does grades really make them happy?
Are grades the only thing which connects us?

We should study for them, they said.
Do they only get happy when they see their child successful?
Why don't they see our hard work?

Why aren't they seeing the small achievements but only the big ones?

We were asked 'what is the perfect life to us?' Some said 'perfect life is to get a good education', 'to make our parents happy.'

Then why was I the only one who thought perfect life was being happy, being satisfied with what I had, being loved, living to the fullest?

Why was I the only one thinking life gave us everything but nothing at the same time?

Why was life so hard to understand?
Why is it that everyone was breathing but no one actually lived?

Why does life have to be so complicated?

If education is important to live then why is it the one which forced us to kill ourselves?

Why is it the one who blooms and destroy us at the same time?
Why do everyone says we can't do it even if we are best at it?

They think telling us we can't do it will make us better in it but what they don't know is that it is demotivating us, and motivating us to kill ourselves at the same time.

And if we do kill ourselves in depression, they say, we were weak to even handle that small amount of stress. That at our age they were studying and taking care of the house at the same time.

All I want is to have a happy and loving life, in which no one tries to change me and if I'm developing myself and trying to figure myself out, they don't tell that I'm changed but at least try to understand why I changed. It all sound easy.

If only life could be that easy.