I'm just saying...

“I hate my life, there’s simply nothing good about it.”



Look at me, I am alive and it really sucks especially given the fact that some folks somewhere are busy enjoying eternal rest. Never mind that some of them went to rest with so much unfinished business. Words never said, dreams never fulfilled and gestures never expressed. Someone somewhere must have a sick sense of humour to imagine that adding more days to my life will give me more time to leave it without regrets. Tsk.



Then there’s the family that won’t let me catch a breath of fresh air. How annoying. I have to put up with curfews. Endless questions on just about everything you can imagine from two curious young minds. I have to wrap my mind around the fact that I am the same shoe size with adolescents who neither see the need to borrow something before they take it nor the need to return in the same condition you ‘borrowed’ it in. They reach out for the last piece at the table and refuse to share despite the fact that I am famished. Never mind the colour they splash on my life. One could sure use less clutter in their lives.



As if that isn’t enough, in comes friends who break your heart then mend it right back. The ones who make you laugh at yourself and cry for them. They make you do things in the heat of the moment only to have you sitting by yourself trying to figure out exactly what happened. The ones with whom you share not only the laughs and tears, but ultimately your life. A girl could sure use less drama in her life. I mean can you imagine the bliss, of not having to spend all those hours turning one scenario on facets you didn’t even know existed in the name of catching up.



The dreams that keep me going even when all seems bleak. The sun that reminds me to smile even when I don’t want to because, maybe, someone else is drawing energy from my smile. The birds that do not make elaborate plans for their lives, yet everyday they soar high, chirp away merrily and never go without. It reminds me that I am no less a child of the universe. The child’s whose cry reminds me no man is self-sufficient: at some point we all need someone to pick us up. Who needs all this? After all life is a comedy and the joke is on all of us. No one comes out of it alive.



Quit whining about your life. Enjoy it while you have it, you never know when it might just slip from your grasp.