I live trying to understand the meaning, though the path to attain meaning has a lot to do with abstaining, I see my resolve disheartening, life seems more and more depleting, pure intentions floats away fleeting, the devil after each plot laughing, emotions bleeding amidst the weakening, I began realizing of how little of meaning I have come close to understanding, a weakling, constantly foraging for the slightest amount of peace, he wishes that he could stop thinking but to no avail, the mind won't sit still.
It is said that negative thoughts are evil in itself and that it brings with it sadness and consequently consumes the whole soul; till everything about the soul becomes discouraging, even his existence is filled to the brink with such decadence that amounts to constant crying and pleadings of the unhappy soul. He cries till his dreams become thin. The people around him disparaging, they stay away because the air around him is just black and nauseating. He complains, “it’s not like I am not trying, have any of you seen my thoughts?” He asked and continued to answer his own question, “They are toxin and poisonous, it is filled of filth that is always on the ready to kill the faintest sign of chance and glad-tidings.”
His dreams akin to a shimmering—dying flame of a candle; He puts his hand around it trying to protect them from the gushing winds, but until when will the weak flame of hope become strong enough to withstand the breeze—and when will his thoughts and whispers turn into murmurs of goodness and his soul filled with such a brightness that light gushes from? The meaning so close yet the betrayal from amongst the living a test to the striving; the nature of the oppressive world, corrupting and re-regulating a child’s mind; what else does he have but to beggar and keep foraging till he finds within him the meanings that hide in the insides of his intertwined and conflicting mind. So hear, here is to optimism.
