The complexity of life is so natural, as if like there is no complication at all. It's almost so simple to comprehend what is going to happen yet it's so difficult to accept it. It's a paradox. Life is a paradox. However it is a hard paradox. It's so amazingly violent towards everyone yet it makes sure each mind thinks he/she is the only chosen one. Is that really a necessary task? Not everyone can understand the simple reasons behind the complexity, much lesser do comprehend it. The only thing we can do is question why. Why must everything be so hard? It's impossible? No! I refuse to believe it's so. These are echoes from a soul that won't give up no matter what the cost. Yet it isn't that easy is it? Not accept, believe for better and make it best? If it were that easy the world itself would have been best. Much less criticism. Most of the homeless would have a home. The number of criminals would be less from one side. And that would just be the least of it. Bye bye worries. See you never again!
Picture it. A helpless man. He has quite enough capability to take care of himself. He somehow gets by. He finds a bride for himself. They can't marry. Lots of reasons why. From an overly strict mother to a non-understanding father. He is given no chance. He tries to prove himself but every way is blocked. He tries to show but every platform is broken. The man is now tired of searching for a way. It's not his fault he's tired without going through anything physically grueling. The reason being he's already had enough mentally in the last four years. Yes! Four years! Isn't it unbelievable? Forget any extent in love and war. Any person can go through any amount of time to gain anything he/she wants. Literally anything so four years are nothing. He regrets only one thing besides the fact that it could never happen like he wanted. He regrets that she loved him back too because if she didn't the failure would have been easier to handle.
Every person needs a starting platform but no one gives him one. Not unless you're lucky. Luck is a very funny thing. No matter how it's generally defined it's actually very much within our control. Quite simply, we ourselves shape our own luck but our surrounding people affect it. Surroundings always have an effect. A person's own capabilities result to nothing within an empty space. A writer can do nothing with only a blank page. He needs material to put his imagination with.
Picture it. A circus performer on a trapeze everyday entertaining everyone. This is someone's dream. How shall he get there? Work hard? No! That is when you have gotten on the trapeze. I am not saying a person doesn't work to get there. I am just saying that you don't work hard to get somewhere, you work hard to keep yourself there. That is work, not hard work. Work that's endless until luck comes your way. Time goes by. Nothing is happening. Not a speck of advancement. Only helplessness. It becomes maddening. Tension at home keeps on rising day by day. What will I do if I can't get there soon? I want it. I need it. I can't live without it. I want to be me. Hope starts fluctuating. His parents give him default hope. They are parents. They will do it anyway but he knows their words are very general. Truth is life has no clear course and that is a fact. It all depends on interdependency with someone who can coincidentally be dependable enough to one day make you independent.
One of the main thorns is pressure. Yes! Pressure! Home pressure, work pressure, study pressure........Career pressure. All the causes for a sudden thought to commit suicide. Nicely done. If that doesn't work there's always next time and the next problem you have to face.
Life to someone seems so easy once you accept the problems life throws at you. Enlightenment as one would call it. Clearly it helps you panic less, not make your problems panic. Is it possible to look at someone else have it easy while you have it so hard? Well? Why must a person rot within himself until he can but find something else besides a problem to disturb his brain with? However even that doesn't last long. We say that every person finds it tough. We all seem like we've understood but do we actually accept it? Better yet can we? I don't think we ever will be able to. We all call these Bad Phases which plague our lives. Yeah right! They keep plaguing us so many times now it's like a trend. Now after waking up, instead of brushing our teeth and having our breakfast it's necessary to deal with a problem.
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DreamCatcher
RomanceA second year law dropout, living with his friend tries hard to find his calling while struggling to survive in a big city with noone else to support him. Eventually he gains a ticket that takes him on a journey of passion, love, desire, sadness, an...