A Beggar’s Disconnection
Passing time without motions and meaning, it seems that everything that I’ve known will come to an end. An illusion masking everything in front of our eyes; is this even real? Time skips every few seconds, letting us know that we are not in control of our surroundings. One minute everything is perfect, and then it all changes. It’s like waking up in another country, with another family and another lifestyle that was never your own. What I’ve come to know in present day won’t belong to me in a few years, so what is the importance of everything in front of me?
Maybe it’s just one of those things that is meant to change, or maybe it’s something that never existed. We strive towards making all these friends and building ourselves up for others. In a few years, those friends will be going their separate way and we’ll find ourselves replacing them with a new set of companions, similar to the one before but different enough to erase memories. One minute we want to accomplish a certain goal because we feel it is the missing link in our lives and it will make us feel humanistic and alive. The next minute, we find ourselves abandoning that goal and moving on to something new, something fresh out of the market. Maybe we were never alive, and all we are right now are empty souls trying to find a house to live under.
Living our lives simply for the soul existence of others. Always wanting to please, always not acceptable to who we are. We are always too ugly, too fat, too dumb, too lazy, too everything. We are always finding our flaws, and always trying to find different ways to hide them from the world. Focused on the impression we give off to others, and always worried whether they like us or not. If something isn’t fitting to the rest of the world, we’ll change it like a Sunday evening dinner receipt that doesn’t please grandpa. We replace existence with a better one that makes everyone happy and looks better in magazines (at least we want to think it is better).
Maybe this life isn’t meant to progress and isn’t meant to get better. Maybe we are the way we are because that is the way we were created. If we are too ugly, maybe we are just too beautiful. If we are too fat, maybe we are too nutrition. If we are too dumb, maybe we are geniuses in the making. Maybe life is meant to pass and change for our own self being. If a world is never meant to change, we’ll find ourselves in the same place every morning, the same routine as the day before. Instead of replacing ourselves to make us seem different then who we really are, maybe we should accept ourselves and show the world that we really are different and unique.
Maybe I’ll wake up tomorrow with a new set of ideas and slowly become a different person then I am today. Or maybe I’ll just wake up and thank God for making me the way I am, even if I am flawed and imperfect and a work in progress.
Maybe it’s just one of those things that is meant to change, or maybe it’s something that never existed. We strive towards making all these friends and building ourselves up for others. In a few years, those friends will be going their separate way and we’ll find ourselves replacing them with a new set of companions, similar to the one before but different enough to erase memories. One minute we want to accomplish a certain goal because we feel it is the missing link in our lives and it will make us feel humanistic and alive. The next minute, we find ourselves abandoning that goal and moving on to something new, something fresh out of the market. Maybe we were never alive, and all we are right now are empty souls trying to find a house to live under.
Living our lives simply for the soul existence of others. Always wanting to please, always not acceptable to who we are. We are always too ugly, too fat, too dumb, too lazy, too everything. We are always finding our flaws, and always trying to find different ways to hide them from the world. Focused on the impression we give off to others, and always worried whether they like us or not. If something isn’t fitting to the rest of the world, we’ll change it like a Sunday evening dinner receipt that doesn’t please grandpa. We replace existence with a better one that makes everyone happy and looks better in magazines (at least we want to think it is better).
Maybe this life isn’t meant to progress and isn’t meant to get better. Maybe we are the way we are because that is the way we were created. If we are too ugly, maybe we are just too beautiful. If we are too fat, maybe we are too nutrition. If we are too dumb, maybe we are geniuses in the making. Maybe life is meant to pass and change for our own self being. If a world is never meant to change, we’ll find ourselves in the same place every morning, the same routine as the day before. Instead of replacing ourselves to make us seem different then who we really are, maybe we should accept ourselves and show the world that we really are different and unique.
Maybe I’ll wake up tomorrow with a new set of ideas and slowly become a different person then I am today. Or maybe I’ll just wake up and thank God for making me the way I am, even if I am flawed and imperfect and a work in progress.
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