Survival

Sweat seems like a glib. There are not many equals in this land. Connecting two unrelated sentences requires a premonition that is shared uniquely with the listener. Talking about fairness, many agree that life bestows each one with cruelty. It irks me when they say good times follow bad ones. It is just a mere comparison with the present; where everything a tad better adds a lot to the morale foreshadowing the past. It is simple deception. More prominent when people submerge themselves into life’s offings without much question. Climbing the ladder alone isn’t enough.

Shoes play a major role. My mirror would show a different perception of me. Vicious! People who understands this are likely to exclaim. Justice for the present self? When years roll by, I am forgotten; even by my future self. The thoughts and emotions that are inherent to me, will soon be mist, fading away.

How to get even with the world now? Working hard to achieve preset goals is an obvious answer. But the bitter part is that a fragment has crossed the shore; waiting for me there. It is up to me whether or not to brave the tides. If I do make it, I face uncertainty. When people say they possess a gift, I try hard not to make my wander, wanting to ask who the sender is. If I knew him, I’d befriend the chap in no time.

Lament strives to live till the last minuscule of my breath. What I was born for, what I shall live for.

Hurrah to those who are on the shore.

“Glimpses at the island, taking my raft down with me”.