Tired of Life

I know somewhere in some corner of the globe someone is fighting for his/her life. Could be against disease, against other people, could be just against the ongoing nature of time. It seems so self indulgent and almost wasteful to even entertain the thought that my life is unsatisfying and tiresome when another person would give anything for a day more with his loved ones, to see another sunrise, to never grow old or to see their child grow up. Perhaps at this point I feel nothing is important to me and nothing I’m doing now is really important to me as well.


I’m still still standing in motion, waiting for the next wave. Getting a little impatient.. There must be more that just this..


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