Some days I’m so weary with the constant struggles.
Fight for a seat, run to be on time, fight to inch forward, fight for your rights.
Fight for time, fight for space, fight for your reason to be.
Fight to be yourself.
There are times I’m so tired, so bone-weary, so exhausted that I am suspended, zombie-like in time and space. I can see myself moving but I can’t feel my feet touch the ground. I can hear that familiar voice cranking out tired and overused phrases but the mind that manufactures them seems to have gone missing.
This very instant, I’m reeling under the after-effects of adrenalin overdose. Fatigue makes me sleepless, stress makes me depressed. Is it worth it? Is anyone worth this? Is anything worth it at all?
Ideas, ideals….those don’t keep you happy. Happiness is like those fleeting moments…hardly worth chasing after even. And peace? That’s what seperates the haves from the have-nots in my world. In every other way priveleged and accomplished I may be, but I’ll stay a beggar inside my world.