Somehow...

Not all of what happens in life is reasonable. Oftentimes, it becomes impossible to comprehend the reality.
We wonder how sometimes, somehow, everything stays unaffected from what we say or do.

At times, we try hard to control our hearts, to kill our desires and expectations but somehow the heart takes over our actions, our souls, our existence.

We can try fleeing from our fears, but somehow they always take over us until we break through.

Dreams are fictitious, unreal. But somehow, we manage to relate to them, to read what is written on the clouds of our subconscious.

Love seems to be a agitating feeling, something that cannot be avoided, something so powerful that can bring change in everything that exists on the face of the earth. But somehow, even love has not been able to make the world a better place.

Somehow, we hear what we want to, and neglect what actually we are meant to hear. Somehow we avoid every truth in favor of lies. Somehow we enjoy betraying others, but resent betrayal to ourselves. We may find the truest people amongst us, closer to us; but somehow, we give our trust to the untrustworthy, to those who don't deserve it.

It is strange to see how we strive to be happy, yet somehow we make ourselves miserable.

The Observers

Everyone, in his or her life is half-acting, half-observing. Life is like a shadow show and we, its performers. We can act and see the reflections as the outcomes. Many times what we do appears entirely different on the screen, making us mere observers of the complex realities created by our own actions.

We hope, we expect and we dream; so delusional about what is to come that sometimes we even celebrate the future that will never exist.

In the course of life we struggle for many things, put all our efforts in order to achieve something; sometimes we succeed and sometimes we return undone. At the end of the day, all that remains is to observe; observe the ever-changing world that surrounds us, giving us lessons on the truth that derives the universe. The truth that the future is decided, we can try our best but after all of our efforts, we can only observe.

Through all my life...

Through all my life, I have tried to run away from realities; realities that offended me, hurt me, gave me wounds that took years to heal, and some of which stayed like scars with roots joined to the core of my existence.

Through all my life, I have learned. Each time I fell, I discovered how the earth feels, how a moment ago you can fly and the other moment you find yourself bruised and weakened.

Through all my life, I have felt dreams drifting through my eyes like falling autumn leaves, where I could catch them but couldn't impart life into them.

Through all my life, I have tried to change, to mend my broken self and to be tolerable and have struggled to be attractive.

Through all my life, I have been true, sincere, helpful and trustworthy. I have had my interests, always buried beneath tons of sand, having no power to dig or move.

Through all my life, I have loved truly, with all my heart. I have given all the love my heart could give, all that originated from my soul, each time I felt it.

And through all my life, I have suffered and have regretted to be what I have been through all my life!