Life

Life should be cherished every day as we live through every moment of it. If that is so, why does my heart feels empty, like a small empty glass lying sideway in an old abandoned cottage near a beautiful lake.

Why can't I feel the taste of possible happiness out there.

It's eating my mortal body slowly and with every moment pass I can feel my soul fading away into a state of permanent oblivion.

But it's hard when things do not go the way we had imagined it. Is this all there is to it? Could I brace myself to this feeling every single morning I wake up to for the next 30 to 40 years of my remaining life. If I could live that long anyway.

Life. Pity.