The world opens its arms to me, scarred and worn. It forces me to believe in its sacred dreams, but they lead nowhere, only to hopelessness. I'm thrust into the wild, where scavengers wait to tear my heart apart. The world is filled with bitter people, waiting to pierce our hearts, turning them to stones that harden with regret.
How do I keep going when poverty, unfulfilled expectations, and financial strain take their toll? When people's judgments and misconceptions about life weigh me down, how do I cope? Do I continue to live in faith, or do I give up and succumb to my suffering? Or do I stand in hope, even if it leaves me in bitter tears?
Life is a cycle of survival, from birth to adulthood to old age. We meet people, lose them, and meet others. We fall, get up, and often fall again. We cry, we're happy for a while, and then sadness and anger creep in. We make mistakes, grow, and age. Death is painful, but so is living. We learn from our mistakes and others', face difficulties, and rise above them.
But what if we could predict the future? Would life be fairer if we knew what was coming? Instead, life is unpredictable. We don't know what tomorrow brings, and we just have to go with the flow. Life can be tough, and not many may agree, but that's how it feels.
Opinions differ, leaving some in the dark. Whose fault is it? We all have different voices, but who's in control? Maybe that's why the world is divided, and segregation persists.
I'm tired, not from physical exhaustion, but from battling with my mind, fighting the screams in my head. It leaves me feeling weak….