It takes a second to change our minds about something trivial but we over think about things trying to figure out solutions for problems that our mind speculates will exist in some point in time be it past or future, if never and damn us if it does happen all the solutions that we came up with where we come out of it like the strong independent people we delude us to thinking that we are is forgotten. We yet again fall into the monotonous routine of life.
We fall, fall and fall again, but we push ourselves up not because we get this sudden oversight on priorities of life but because we have no choice. Choice is the most overrated word in the world. We are but mere puppets but without a ventriloquist. We create things and destroy them, We love and We hate. We don't take a second to stop and feel content with our creations, our love.
We are but so engrossed in moving forward, towards this imaginary world of happiness but what in reality we are moving forward to is our grave.
Lots of Hue and Cry just to be six feet under.