Sadness

“You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, and find your eternity in each moment. Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look toward another land. There is no other land; there is no other life but this.” ― Henry David Thoreau

I feel sad because your life was wasted. It's too late for everyone in the afternoon, your sun is going down, there is no morning to come. I feel sad because you overcame, sadness beat you and the system ate you. As well as the art (photography) you loved you turned your back on. I feel sad because I know that even if you are like that, you know how to love, that you never hurt me, that you are always there when I need you. Why are you like that?

I feel sorry for you because you wasted time just to take care of the anger that is planted in your chest. You embraced grief like a pillow, I hope you rejected it. I feel sad because you have become a rebel not only to yourself but also to the people who love and care for you. You hit them who are ready to accompany you. I am sad because you created your own gorge, a deep pit where you are now buried.

I am sad because god did not hear my prayers to save you, the loving and compassionate god has mercilessly forsaken you. I just wasted my pleas on him. How can he take you from the fire of Hell if you are left here on earth? I feel sad because I lacked understanding and love. I am sad because I did nothing to reciprocate your kindnesses to me.

I feel sad and my tears flow as I write this story. I feel sorry for the past, because there is no tomorrow for you and the two of us. I feel sad because we both failed. Yes, we are both losers. We are both betrayed by our beliefs and dreams. I am sad because you continued to suffer then until now.

I am sad but I know that everything has an end, everything will end as well as the hardships. In a short time, all your pain and suffering will end. And when that day comes they will never be hurt. There is a strange silence and inexplicable peace to be seen on the face of a corpse.

Note: All of this is just imagination. Thank you.

Happy Reading!

- It's me Newby