Whatever happens to people, people find a way to live. Natural disasters, poor living standards, emotional trauma, people find ways to cope with it and live on. Yet who am I to not be able to live on. My issues aren’t large compared to others in the world, but its all I know.
Nothing have I not obtained. It’s not like I got everything I wanted right away. Sometimes waited years to get what I’ve desired, but what have I not got. A life to blessed is what I have and all it does is diminish my desire to live. The will to move on slows the more I get everything I wanted.
How do people with much more troubles than me live, because they have things they want. Things they dream of during the long nights. I dream of not. Everything is a bore to me, but that’s a story for another time.