Hiding the tears with smiles

“When did the world decide to hide the real tears with fake smiles?”-Atticus.

When sometimes the breezes are cold, it feels numb. It feels numb to be alive. And sometimes when you want something truly, you don’t get it. Something that money can’t buy. Something you can’t either, by doing anything. Because there are always people who have more authority than you. No matter how hard you fight, you always have a person with authority in front of you. And when you can’t get what you want, you then really, really, want it. But that’s basic human nature. Don’t deny me things, you’re not the boss of me. But actually you are. And when you really, really want something, you go crazy. Or maybe I go crazy, but I suspect other people too. Craziness is a side effect of depression. Depression is a side effect of dying, and if I look out of the window and see how high I stand (to be precise, 9^th floor), I feel like dying today won’t be so bad.

And then all faces flash into my mind. My family, friend, my room and my stuff. And it always is a perfect day to die. Sometimes the wind is too cold, or the air around me is filled with smoke, or it is too bright and clear. But death really doesn’t depend upon us. It is our choices in life that lead us to the location and time of our death. And curing this world of misery… how every single soul-good or bad- wishes to repair the world and has been trying since the misery began. This world is not perfect. It was. But is not. Cure- we must find cure. Cure is the only thing everybody wants. Does cure exist?