I hate life…
Some might find this statement funny, hilarious and unreal. But there you have it… Given the choice of life and death, I’d have the Grim-reaper worried and death wondering about its sting.
I hate the fact that I was ever born and put into this cycle;
schooling-> Job -> marriage -> children -> grand-children -> death
Yes. That is it people.
That is the 6-part cycle of your existence. Funny isn’t it? Doesn’t look so awesome staring at you like that now does it? That scanty share of words is the explanation of your entire life. Well, I have had that brevity of life staring at me since I was seventeen and after each moment of laughter, each flitting moment of happiness, I ask myself… “is this it?”
Is this supposed to make my life more worthwhile? Is this supposed joyous moment to add a piece of sunlight to my lonely existence?
Honestly, if it was said at some point in the bible you are permitted to commit suicide, I would have…. Since I was seventeen.
There is this prayer, that Yoruba households pray; you shall live to see your children’s children.
What is the point? If I see them, ehen, what next?
I guess you can call this a depressing, but it’s true and it’s me. My blog, my rules. I guess this wasn’t the touch of paradise you were looking for when you read the topic… but the first real touch of paradise I will feel is when I die. Everything else… all these things are just my flirtatiousness with vanity.
P.S I have these blue highlights in my hair and they are TOTALLY awesome!! More on this in my next post
Yours in Mistiness ♥,
The Drunk Archer.