I've been thinking about something lately. Doing all these things that I do, I hardly receive any appreciation. Is that the reason why I resent everything that I have and what I do? Is it why I believe that other people aren't satisfied with what I do for them? May be I'm not doing enough.
I will not know it for sure unless someone speaks up. I feel like going through the motions set for me. Is my expectation of achievements so different? Am I not to achieve them? Questions that I should be asking myself. I don't really want the answers.
All my life I've been dissatisfied. Dreaming high while living a life so low. The parity is hurtful to the soul. Not everyone knows the pain of not achieving the dreams unachievable.
A pain I myself inflicted.
At times I feel as if I'm running away from the reality. That may be true but if I was given a choice, I would still choose to escape the reality. To alternate realities that I have not set boundaries for.
I'm living multiple lives in this same mortal form. Convergence of which are painfully unacceptable.
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