(Firstly. Try to understand the basic idea I'm trying to spread. If you don't get that, this is just a piece of shit.)
(This is inspired from the darkness around me. My friends. The people I see around me. They seem so depressed. Yes, maybe I don't know what they're going through because everything's so fine with me. Or maybe because I'm too young and immature to understand. But maybe I'm too engrossed in the flame of the candle rather than the darkness just beneath it. Never say 'I guess my life's cursed' when you're down; as you never say 'I guess my life's blessed' when you're flying. This is to the teenagers that I see around me, who've given up. Who cannot see the beauty of the darkness in their despair and agony over the negativity. This is to all the teenagers who think the dark is a bad place, and that they belong there...)
Hello. I am the average teenager. I stood in the middle of the road. 5 o' clock beeped my digital watch. When I stared ahead, I saw the slight shimmer of light as the morning sun kissed the horizon. And as I looked back, I saw the road still dark, the rays still unable to reach the dark road.
I turned back. Went to the dark. Brooded, cursed the area where the light couldn't reach. I looked at the dirt on the road. At the street dogs looking for food. At the empty effect of the darkness. At the cold I was offered. Cursed again.
1. But I dont have the answer to why I'm not looking at the beautiful mysticism of this road. The dew on the grass habituating on the sides of the path. The stars smiling at me from above. The moon fading away. The earthly smell of wet mud. I tied a black strip around my eyes. Now I could see only the darkness. Now I could criticize the road as much as I wanted to.
Didn't I know that the light would come if I just wait a little? More importantly, did I dig too deep in that dark hole in that short period of the darkness, that I could never emerge wholly into the light when it seeped through?
2. But I dont have the answer to why I am here when I could have gone ahead. I could have gone ahead instead of coming back. I could still run ahead. But I wanted to experience the dirty feeling. I wanted to brood. I wanted to sit and cry and criticize the roads so black and bumpy. I didn't go ahead.
I slept through the days, and came back every night to criticize the road, but never dared to wake through the light to understand that there is the light to enjoy too, and not just the dark to curse...
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