I’m worn out.
I may be knocked over by the least breeze because the earth beneath me is so unstable.
I have nothing to grasp onto.
I tremble, freak out, and shake.
I never weep.
I extend out while gesturing with my arms.
I can see filthy hands stretching out in my direction.
The hands appear to be wearing black gloves since they are so dark till the wrist.
They had been spotless before I set out on this adventure.
What took place?
I can’t seem to recall my origins.
I don’t appear to possess any.
My recollections are hazy.
My entire life has been spent in a haze.
Then, how did I get here?
Is this the result of lacking motivation?
only getting by.
living a meaningless life.
an existence that is completely unreal.
I was given the life I wanted on a silver platter.
Maybe I assumed that living would be the same.
whenever a challenge presented itself, to be provided a platter with the proper tools.
That explains why I am worn out at even the smallest discomfort.
The surface is not shaky.
Many people base their sense of achievement on their material possessions.
Many people neglect to enjoy what they already have because they are constantly striving to acquire the best of everything.
The truth is that obtaining all one thinks they desire may actually complicate one’s life more than simplify it.
Consider it carefully before attempting to always acquire the newest, hottest thing.
We frequently acquire more items since our friends already possess them, among other considerations.
Though we make an effort to model this behaviour for our children, we often fail to do so ourselves.
We don’t give up everything when we live without it.
We can accomplish some of our goals while maintaining some of our luxuries.