Often I find myself alone, captivated by the wondering ideas and concepts taking refuge in my flourishing, young mind. However, I am always surrounded by souls drifting in and out of existence as they go to and from my awareness. I am never truly alone, and yet I always am in one way or another. In fact, an awareness of such a concept could very well drive one mad. It is unbearable. Every moment is akin to someone plunging a knife into my heart and soul, my very being. It is painful, and every second in between, I spend dolefully reminiscing about the better days, simpler days of innocence, while dreaming of the future ones. Then, there are the seconds, moments, days, when my mind takes a turn for the worst or maybe even the best, as my mind has rationalized it as. These are the seconds of contemplation, of death. The horrid, yet enticing side of life. For without life, there is no death, and without death, there is no life. Two sides to one equally annoying coin. …show more content…
It burns yet intrigues. How does one know if they are insane, if they are fit to live among the norm? If one is truly insane, would they admit to it? If one does admit, doesn't that mean they hold enough sanity to actually notice? Is everyone's insanity different? Are we all insane? Is life just a joke? Is it a test? Who exactly are the winners? Who are the losers? Indeed, life holds an unfathomable number of mysteries, but the most significant is life itself, The one question not many appear to think: am I meant to live? Is my life worth it? Day after day I am supplied with objections against myself. Then, despite this overwhelming doubt, I continue