Why does it all seem hollow? Why, even in the fullness of a dark night, there seems a void? Why is there a subtle pain in the heart, time & again? Why does a smile not even take a while to turn into a frown?
Why, despite knowing all flaws, do you long for someone? & why, in the lull of night, a memory turns to a smile & then into a tear? Why does loneliness claw at your heart, even when you know that this is the way it is meant to be?
Why do happy stories make you sad? & why do sad ones give you a sense of déjà vu? Why does anger envelope all other emotions when you are in front of the someone you have been longing for?
Why do you regret the past? Why do you wish you could make it better, if given a chance? Why does life sometime appear like a shell, with nothing inside? Why do tears sting your eyes without any rhyme or reason?
Why do you wish you were born in a different era? Or why born at all? Why do you crave for someone to love you when you loathe the very idea of love? Why do you wish you could start running and not have to look back? Why do you want to run into oblivion?
Why do you feel like starting life all over again? Why do you wish to do things and then not find the courage? Why does it all seem like a battle? Or a war? An immediate & terrible one? Why do you hate yourself & at the same time, hate the world?
Why do you have to cheer yourself up? When you look into the mirror, why do you feel it is someone else looking back at you? Why do nights seem so painfully lonely? Why do you not get what you want? & why do you never value what you get?
Why is adversity supposed to build your character when it wrecks you completely simultaneously? Why does it become easier to cry than it is to smile? Why, at times, you just want to give up? Why do you feel it will be so much easier to slip away?
Why do you turn to temporary highs, when all they bring are permanent lows? Why do you crave to be someone else, all the while treating that person with contempt? Why does irony and cynicism hit you first, before everything else?
Why does your life seem a terrible mistake? Why do you fear the future? Why do you constantly live in the past and future? But then again, why do you prevent your present from becoming reckless?
Why do you never feel satisfied with the way you are and the way things are and the way life is and the way the world is? Why, every moment, you strive to change yourself or the world? Why do you care, or love, so much it hurts?
Why are you unable to distance yourself from the very people, or things that touch you in inexplicably unpleasant ways? Why do you feel lonely in a crowd? & stifled in an empty room? Why does your life run past your eyes in flashes of images?
Why do you question the fairness of life? Why does a phone call, text, email create dread in you? Why do you constantly feel you have done something wrong though you have borne the pain all the while? Why do you feel the troughs are more than the crests?
Why do you feel unworthy despite knowing you are possibly in the top ten percent of the world population with respect to success and standard of living? Why does everything seem so meaningless?
Why do you immerse yourself in work to distract yourself from the painful memories? Why do you want the ‘good old days’ back? Why do you wait eagerly for tomorrow when you do not even feel your today is better than your yesterday?
Why do you wait, and hope, for life to begin, or sometimes end?
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2 responses to “Why”
This blog is very much introspection of all of us . We spend entire life in search of an answer for so many why, how , what , when etc. Perhaps this is the search for Truth ! Well written ! Congratulations !
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We all seek answers :)
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