Sometimes, all you want to do, is turn back the hands of time(forcefully, even if you'd have to snap it)... till it gets to that spot you've always wished you could relive so many times.
You just want to, take that deep breath that launches you into this long endless, painless slumber, without having to die, without having to see any one, or having to feel anything. .
You just want to implode ryt into the planet behind your eyes, touring over things your mind has so far created that cannot be found on earth, however hard you have searched. . . HAPPINESS, FULFILLMENT, PURPOSE, LOVE, COMFORT, T R U T H.. You earnestly want existence frozen.
There are no limits to how often many of us would rather have hit the exit button with the oral banner.. "GOD! . . I GIVE UP!!".. if only we wouldn't have to deal with going to hell sometimes, or less anticipated, HEAVEN(A concept most of us find appealing yet too expensive to afford for our lives)..
and though many have dared to walk this thin dividing thread with death as an escape from life's complex fashion, to a place living people only hear of in books and upon the lips of religious preachers. . . Some of us have learnt to make these planets for ourselves, here . . . in the very universe we often times desire to vanish from.
Could be a PLAYLIST of drooling tempo-ed piano, or acoustic float padded perfectly beneath a singer whose every line is the heaven sent vocal existence and expression of how you feel. . .
Could be the confines of HEADSETS loud enough to drown every thing in a depressingly slow motion of activities, as the wind blows softly, everyone walks emphatically, rhythmically synchronized to the strikes of certain keys, pitches, modulations, and notes.
This planet for some, could be pale upturned bottles of alcohol and nicotine endowed sticks(with the sun at its tip)..
For others, poems, tales, FANTASIES, were they gladly die saving a lover, a loved one, as heroes. Or lose their lives getting unloved as rejected family members, friends, or misfits of societal standards and patterning. For some, art works with every strike bearing the weight of our emotions, and every color the moods we are faced with.
THE LIST IS ENDLESS(but don't worry, this post is not)..
To a lot of people, the new year could have been a promised start to something exceptional, big, yet.. the voice echoes stealthily.. "SAME THING you said at the start of that year, and the other one, and the one before that one, and that one, and that one"..
BUT THEN! you must learn that, challenges are the oxygen upon which our passion stays alive..(If you didn't have to hire a generator everyday to start that 'MUMMY' you call a car, you probably would never have had passion enough to save up for an undead car) . . . .
THERE ARE NO PROMISED YEARS OF ABSOLUTELY no challenges!!.. HOWEVER>>:
Life is NOT about how time has been spent..
Life is about US, and how 'WE' have spent time!.. with those challenges! (Inbox me if you don't get it)..
and though the years come with a deep need to be affected by change, those years are only subject to the change we let ourselves become.
HERE IS WHAT YOU MUST BELIEVE AND RESOLUTE TO THIS YEAR. . .
"DOUBT, HATE, FAILED FRIENDSHIP, MISTAKES, CRIPPLED PLANS AND DREAMS BROUGHT YOU HERE. . ONLY FAITH AND YOU! WILL TAKE U THERE.
Look at every day as the end of 20eighteen and see how much you can drive for in a year worth only 24hrs.