Introspection.

 Quite forgotten what its like to feel the sense of happiness. A vague emotion that once seem but a little girl's memory of how life was and could always be. I wake up now this ringing thought of unending distress and misery that youth has led me but into an endless drudgery of death, pain, toil and indifference. It's but a vicious cycle where people turn on you. Where people die. Where nothing but pain and war surrounds this Capitalistic money hungry world of fat suits and liars. Lies, lust, foolery play their part in this new yet old self deprecating life of youth. 

      Cynical, yes I maybe so. And you reading this would find me nothing more but a pessimistic fool complaining and emotively trying to live in shades of black. However, whatever your views maybe know that I write this from one simple truth that life is nothing more but a fleeting and drowning ship. It either shall run its course and sail the high seas of all the glory and happiness that one can find but it also reaches the tides that crash into it and who knows the hidden icebergs that could drown it. That is life. An unexpected journey where paths have bumps. 

The bumps are what makes it tolerable and interesting. One learns, one grows, one sinks into many layers of  emotions that one thought never existed. Introspection! A word I may use. But all in all the shitty parts are what makes life interesting. Because you either decide to hide behind the shadow of a dominating soul sucking understanding of life or you kick all that to the curb and rise above it... its always easier to put things down and say all the things one wants to say. Demons that want to claim their pound of flesh; the heroes that want to slay your dragons and the evil chamber maids that want to poison you in your sleep. That's life  a medieval battlefield despite the modernity of our generation the honest truth is everyone are still barbaric and brutal _ they just have learned to use gossip, nuclear bombs, economic downfall and every form of electronic media to change and tarnish life. 

So whats the point to this entire note, well I guess I just wonder whether there is anything as a silver-lining? And if so does it appear to those that will it or it just got lost in the thick mist of clouds? Whatever it maybe life has often been a bittersweet notion and I guess that's what makes us humans and not Gods.