“Everything is so commercial”, “there’s no value for emotions”, “the superior in the companies are so dumb”, “I don’t know why it always happens to me”, “Why can’t people understand a simple thing” and it goes on…

Solution? Simple, just do something, just pick up a book, a racket, and a habit, just get a life. Next problem? You seem to b doing fine, but then again, you want to watch TV, just sit around a while, and you fall back into the habit again. You pick up yourself, because you already know the habit, you know there is something wrong with you, you realize it that is the worst part, and you can’t just behave like thousands who are out there. You want to be something else, but you want all that shit too, “not for me” –you say to yourself, but “I just want to experience”. As dangerous as it is to be ignorant, it is dangerous proposition to reason more than you require to, and even more dangerous to be capable of reasoning all the time.

But I am not complaining, “the sands, the waters along with the creatures inside it, the sunlight and it’s rays, the wind, and the forest fires, everything will just sing in a union if it were for a simple reason that I have found out which the world would follow”. “Ok”—u say, “I agree it might just be me, now I realize, that everything doesn’t have to fall into place”– now u demand only few things, for yourself and for the things around you, just to extract little sense out of your life. You stop complaining, you want to, your mind does, but then there is no use, you have already been down that road, so, “not again” you say to yourself.

Picking up a book? You try to go through everything that is possibly out there, and then you find out that you can’t do that either, you stay out of your sight, you decide, that you will let the moments drift by. Run rabbit run, you know that you should not listen to that evil Floyd tune, but you over-run yourself. Then you pretend to your mirror self; you wear the inside on the outside, rather than the other way around. “This is the way it goes I guess”, I don’t see anything different going on there anyways, why did I attempt some shit anyways, my life could have been different otherwise, but it isn’t that bad after all right now, “ok I should not complain”, you think to yourself again.

But really, “child hood was so much better”, back then we thought adulthood would be fun. And college, “it was kickass, life is not the same anymore”, but again, we thought we would throne this world, didn’t we? Not that you couldn’t, “but not this at least, I am sorry I was not meant for this!” “What if I had”, “I should have”, “Oh, I could have just,” “my word, father, how I want to go back in time”, what are you thinking?

Just to put into perspective, I think I have spent 25641 hours 45 minutes and a 9 seconds complaining about how bitchy life is. “But what can I do?” you crib again, but then again, as circular as it can get, I enjoy doing the same, don’t you see?

There is something called as “quarter-life-crisis” which absorbs whatever we are feeling all these times (esp. true for people who belong to age group 23-30)

And then

All I do in life is complain
Hush, I can’t hear the sound of the rain
Is it just I, or is everywhere the same?
Am I or everybody is insane?
Oh, I want my life to be the same
Over and over again, just the same…
I can’t, I can’t complain, but it’s not the same…