It's hard when you feel so isolated and alone in a room full of people and everyone's talking and making little noises while you're hunched on your chair and pouring out secret thoughts to a little notebook. It's hard when the person you used to know isn't the same anymore and the fact that things change and people change and life stops for nobody is a little too overwhelming for your mind to keep up with. It's hard when you yourself have changed but you still feel very much the same person even though in bitter reality, you're looking at yourself from the outside and we all know that what really matters is invisible to the eye, that what is really essential is hidden within. It's hard when you have so many expectations, only to be let down when the unexpected happens and you're left hanging by a thread that's about to break under the pressure and you're left longing for the expected. It's hard seeing smiling faces everywhere but ruin in their eyes as they go through the everyday mundane events of life with a cloud hanging above their heads, trying to persuade everyone else that they're fine but in truth, they're fooling nobody but themselves.
But it's especially hard when you're always waiting for the time when "I hope it happens" will turn into "I hope and it happened".
It's hard. Life's hard. And yet, we still keep on living.
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