Humor

At some point, we finally come to realize that life is not a joke. We wake up and suddenly the air is no longer full of the rosy dust of romance, that the sky is no longer the twilight of perfection. Everything becomes real. And that is the day that we are most likely to lose all hope. All of a sudden, it's not funny anymore. I sometimes wonder if some people ever come to that point. Perhaps it's better to live a life of naivety, but unfortunately, it's not exactly the case in our lives most of the time.

A year ago, I lost all sight of what really matters in life. I become distracted by petty nonsense and illusory happiness. And even now, I'm only just beginning to find my way again. I don't know how much more I can take of this, yet I'm still here, still trying to see more clearly. Life isn't that simple. Not every poem rhymes. Not every story has a beginning, middle, and end. Sometimes, things just don't make sense. Here I am, recovering from this jarring realization.

My life would make for a hilarious plot-line if it was a movie. But it's not--it's my life. It involves not flat characters with lines that follow a story, but real people, with real emotions, desires, faults, and personalities. Suddenly, it's no longer funny. Here I am again, at the line of whether any of it even makes the least amount of sense anymore. And it doesn't, and I know it. But I'm still trying to understand it, to come to terms with it.

Why do I still try? In all honesty, I don't even know. Partially out of habit, partially out of curiosity. Any more than that? Perhaps. If I knew, I'd answer. It's not worth it, none of it is. But we still try, we find reason after reason to keep trying. I don't know where I was going with this. Maybe I wasn't going anywhere...that's actually more likely. Oh well, I guess that's how it works sometimes, if not all of the time.