Aspiringanonymous
June 21st, 2010, 04:05 AM
Exams are over. School is done, and so is work. I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere with no idea how to get anywhere. I'm also plagued by an intense inner struggle between my inner cynic and idealist.
I'm so tired. I don't want to care anymore. But I can't help it. I can't help having hope when I know that it is entirely absurd and futile.
It would be so much easier to just not care about anything, right? Well, no, it wouldn't be.. left to itself, my mind wouldn't even have enough energy to get up every morning, much less be capable of withstanding each day's usual meaningless demands.
A glimmer of hope amidst hopeless; so faint that it in turn preoccupies me with its lack of reliability. But I still need it, what little of it exists, to go on.
My existence is a comedic tragedy.
I'm so tired. I don't want to care anymore. But I can't help it. I can't help having hope when I know that it is entirely absurd and futile.
It would be so much easier to just not care about anything, right? Well, no, it wouldn't be.. left to itself, my mind wouldn't even have enough energy to get up every morning, much less be capable of withstanding each day's usual meaningless demands.
A glimmer of hope amidst hopeless; so faint that it in turn preoccupies me with its lack of reliability. But I still need it, what little of it exists, to go on.
My existence is a comedic tragedy.