Life is not a circle.
It's shaped in the form of "D."
One moment you're there, climbing that curve to happiness, overcoming obstacles, learning a lot, taking shit out of those shitty days... and you arrive on that peak of relief, a sigh of success.
Just when you thought you've had it - you slip... No. Not a slip. You fall.
Where there should be a slide, there was a cliff. And you're falling in a 9.8 m/s2 gravity without parachute or a balloon to catch you.
And all that is supposed to break your fall are too far to reach you. You don't even have the strength left to reach out and catch your own.
...
Or maybe I've used up all energies for a simple story that somebody else dismissed.
I'm sorry for being wordy. But if you would just pause and examine it, it's a script full of substance and not just shaky adjectives. Pull out one idea and it becomes unbalanced and condoning.
It's not my fault if it was squeezed to stand as one. Nope sir, it's not my decision. I am a mere writer on the sidelines of real life.
Somehow, it doesn't feel good knowing you spent most of the day of your birthday trying to piece together story, and almost sleeping it off out of exhaustion.
I'm giving you a "D".
D for being dreadful.
...
Or I'm just being overly sensitive out of exhaustion.
:(
