Under The Water


I was so overwhelmed and worried all day long. Its like having good time, then everything crumble. "Why I did that? Should I do that instead?"—the uncertainty and burden that I put to myself is real.


Then the Dreamies are releasing new songs, and next thing I know I'm holding myself in order not to cry while listening "Life Is Still Going On" because I can't imagine myself anywhere near the future. The Dreamies did a lot of things to be like what they are now but I'm sad I can't do the same. Maybe in the end, we need other people to reach the bright final line of life so we could be happy.


I allowed myself to cry not because its valid. But because I thought it was okay to give myself some slack. I know I'm lacking so much and yet I'm still in the same place. I read more books, more thing, things. But I wake up everyday feeling exactly the same like the day before. I was so exhausted and yearning for a little escape. Yet I couldn't bring myself to tears because I knew other people endures the bigger, biggest, problem in their life and I can't even handle mine. 


I do wish I am a better person.




The truth is, I never really know myself even when I'm this close to tears. Its like crying on someone else's funeral, but you didn't know them, but you cried when they were buried because its proper thing to do; because none of us could deal with the pain of someone's leaving. Even when we didn't know them. 


But that's it, right? Every time we peeled our self out, we tried so hard to grasp the idea of something that left; something that matter. And how could it be our true self? When the last thing we know is the pain of losing someone close to us.


Sometimes, I wish living wasn't so hard.




The door is open. Because I'm afraid the dam will broke once the doorknob stay put with the lock on. Maybe this is how I deal with sadness.


In fact, I'm so scared.


That's why I'm on the verge of tears. But aren't we all? Everyday, the last remain of our self are tearing apart, uncovering the new layer of consciousness. Yet we took the responsibility of one self while trying to understand the new one.


Once I realized the burden of living, I'm just wished I'm something else.




I learned that we never really get to choose anything in life. Everything was prepared beforehand. We just stepped on the path our parents and family gave to us. To be a better individual and reaching out their dreams.


And I learned that from time to time, we have to accept that. As in: living, breathing, holding the consequences of life. People were mad when we said no one wants to be born anyway, but in the end, we believe what we want to believed. Did we sign the same paper, tho?




In the same room, someday, I will be left wondering.


And the answer are right there.



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