All in vain

Today, I lost a friend to my resentment. This is an absolute clueless life, abhorrent, cruel, and totally merciless. Wait! Why am I talking so much about feelings? Do they matter? Are we free enough to genuinely feel or is it a luxury? I don't know, but I have lost a friend to my miseries and human limitation, after all, I am a human too.

But what is not to be a human, I must tell you today. To not be human is to blame, to not accept, to complain, and to self victimize. To not be a human means to not feel, but I am a human with limitations and I must feel. those limitations and feel with each molecule in your soul the loss and gain life sheds on to you.

But what is not to be a human, I must tell you today. To not be human is to blame, to not accept, to complain, and to self victimize. To not be a human means to not feel, but I am a human with limitations and I must feel. Here is the thing with being human and to feel; you are aware of life's tiniest happenings. You are conscious of the chills it gives you, but most importantly you are aware of your own limitations and surrender to them as if the only wise choice.

Today, I lost a friend that perhaps I shouldn't have, but there is no way I can tell him " how limited we are as human beings". Hence, the very least I could do is " fare him well " in a properly human way; that is to feel and feel deep, very deep to my bones of the untold and unheard shortcomings of my own limited existence that words can never explain.

But what is not to be a human, I must tell you today. To not be human is to blame, to not accept, to complain, and to self victimize. To not be a human means to not feel, but I am a human with limitations and I must feel. o those limitations and feel with each molecule in your soul the loss and gain life sheds on to you. I am a human too. an never explain.