Random thoughts

The Diary of a Pessimist

Our lives beckon the harbinger of death at the time of our birth and we swirl in a vortex of mindless activities to beguile ourselves into thinking we can elude ourselves of the grim reaper. Nothingness,a bottomless pit, that's all we are drowning into.

 We assign checkpoints after certain time spans in our lives and re-initiate the next lap with hope, a meager renewable resource having the efficacy of an antidepressant drug prescribed by a shrink whose own debilitating mental state cajoled him into finding answers in others. 

Heartbreaks and merriment s are just analogous to an introvert's fears which creep up when he starts to socialize. And when society instigates a reign of terror, the so flourishing tenacity abdicates its throne and runs for the safe zone. We are just treading water in this business of life , so eager to succeed and our pursuit of happiness and success erases a simple truth that the real war is between life and death and we're just pawns , sacrifices to the rituals of these overwhelming powers.