i ask

in this hustle and bustle

is unnerving silence

quietly sitting with a long face


in that silence

is unsettling restlessness

desperately running the race



i ask...

what have you become?

template of life

why do people come to think that their way of life is the only road to happiness? why would you desperately want your posterity to live like you would have had? why would you want to impose your ways on them? imagine how boring it would be. no discovering. no exploring. just following. can you respect/understand this thought ever? shouldn't you only put forth your point of view and then leave things to them.

how much can one fight? there are times when fighting for your own stand with people you respect and care for, gets on you. when you just want to give up and say "fine". when you so want to elope but you stick. you stick because you know you cannot really get far leaving them behind, unhappy.

i am hopeful. still. it can only get better. it will.