You are my sunshine

Time

The hospital machines kept their constant rhythmic pattern of screeching, have his ears ring every time he left for home. Every weekday was the same:

Wake up,
Get dressed,
Go to a local cafe for breakfast and coffee,
Visit his only child, a daughter labeled a coma patient,
Go to work,
Come home to visit with his wife,
Bring supper to the hospital and eat like a family,
Go home,
Repeat.

It was only on the weekends that he and his wife would be there in the hospital room all day, to hope and pray to every god out there to have mercy on their beloved child and bring her eyes to open, to see and learn like they once had. Four years was it? Must have been, they would be celebrating her 12 birthday in a few months. How the years flew by when you didn't want them to, yet seemed to take forever at the same time. The push and pull of waiting and working was almost exhausting. But they did their best to be happy so that when she woke, her eyes would be greeted with warm smiles and happy tears. Though, it was never easy.

"That damn bastard." he hissed, looking at his daughters calm sleeping figure. "Why do people feel the need to break rules? Don't they realize others can get hurt? If he would have just waited, she wouldn't be like this. I could have her back without a scratch." Tears welled up in his ducts, slowly falling down past his cupid's bow to his chin, only to drip onto his white clenched fists. It's his fault. He thought bitterly.

But it's always easier to blame someone else isn't it? Not having to deal with reality like a child. That's what it is, childish. Instead of taking responsibility for our actions as a mature human, we choose to push the blame on others to not face consequences. We claim to be the adult, the mature one who is wise and the voice of reason. But truthfully, we never really grow up. Society just pushes us to our limits of sanity to see what we can handle. Deep down we are all children at heart, not wanting to deal with anything but just have fun with our friends and family and enjoy life in itself. But as soon as we are told to grow up because we're immature, we take offence to it. Because we don't like to be thought of as a child in an adult body. We don't want to be children yet lack the ability to be serious and mature when situations call for it. And yet we regret getting older even though it's inevitable and a part of life. We blame everything and everyone, yet never think anything over and acknowledge that we are at fault and accept it.

Then again, some people just need darkness to find the light, the positivity they hold dear. Reality is a bitch, no one wants to deal with the shit she has to offer. But it's a slap in the face we all need to realize that life isn't perfect, and neither are we. Life will never change, and sadly, we most likely won't either.