There are some who endorse extreme smoking, drinking and other forms of physical pleasures as living each day to it’s fullest. They claim that each one of us has to die one day, as it is, so why not enjoy life while we can. To them perhaps the definition of being alive is associated with the fact that they are still breathing. I dread to think of a day when I am considered alive just because I am breathing. If all I am contributing to this planet, is a little bit more carbon dioxide, I would rather be declared dead. If nothing, I would have at least saved some air pollution.
We all go through phases in life when we feel there is no point of moving forward. We feel alone, lost and completely helpless in the world around us. We believe that we have been chosen to play the role of a victim in destinies cruel game. We cannot do anything but accept what fate has written for us. I have been through days like this when I have completely lost hope that there could ever be a silver lining to the dark clouds in my life. I have shut the windows, switched off the lights, curled inside my blanket and just cried myself to sleep. When morning came, my window has welcomed…