A beautiful feeling called... LOVE...

The Living Dead...

Sometimes I feel these days that I am dead...
Dead not in the way the world perceives it or maybe it does,
The death that many people live these days, the death that many people have accepted as the way life is to be lead, the death that awaits another...
Death is not when you stop breathing but when you breathe heavily just to stay away from reality and not the reality that shows you a mirror to the world, but the reality that re-connects you to yourself, the reality that many believe is what we miss, we condemn and also the reality which we dare not find or we would lose our way to the whims and fantasy of being too impractical.
We are always in a zeal to earn, follow trends and staying connected on social media... posting what we are upto, showing what we have got or achieved in life and somewhere we fail to take pleasure in the moment itself, like the moments spent with our loved ones is often shown or reflected as a picture on facebook or instagram... but was it the moment spent or clicked... were you actually engrossed in looking into the eyes of your loved one or the lens of the camera.. did you spend time with them so that every moment was theirs or for the world to see...
Irrespective of what we do, that's what the society sees us as.. you will never be known for who you are but will be judges for what posts you do or share.. weird is this real fake world... your existence is at threat or do you even exist...
All of us these days are so realistically fake that we have forgotten about our real self who is there within and the only thing we know about self is what we show...
Sometimes all this makes me feel so dead inside.
Dead not physically but psychologically, not really but literally...
I feel so unresponsive to myself and the emotions I deal with that I can't even think if I do have the courage to accept those emotions, those problems... the way my life is so messed up at times is not because I face problems but because I am too busy showcasing that I don't that I have learnt to evade them till a point they start taking a toll on me...
I am dead and unresponsive to the people I live around, not caring for them or just caring for them when I am need of them. These people that meant so much or mean so much for me, I have stopped showing that they do, they just don't matter, not in the social world they dont... Did I just say social world??
This sucks bug time...
I have to learn to be more available, available for them and if not for them then for myself, coz if I don't then it would become too hard to stay alive and kicking...
The doctors might diagnose me and say that I am alive and kicking but am I??
Am I really that alive, am I alive and responsive, am I actually responding and showing my real self and my real emotions or am I just showing what the society wants me too. Am I actually alive and responsive? Am I??
Am I doing what I want to, following my heart and the passion I have or has this zeal to earn somewhere sacrificed my zeal to lead a happy and satisfied life.
People used to earlier say that live a happy and contended life, but are we doing that... I have heard many people say that if you are contended with what you have, you will never work hard and progress in life, but are we progressing jn earning more and more, are we working hard enough? And if we are then are we contended, if we are not then till when do we need to work hard so that we reach a time when we feel relaxed and satisfied of what we have done and we can enjoy the fruits of our hard labour. Tell me when, tell me how and tell me will we ever...
In the end, all I wish to ask you is...
Are we the land of the living, the land of the dead or the land of the living dead??