To and fro the iron moved over
the clothes; another Sunday getting ready to resume the week, back to the
tedium of life, the weekly routine, my Alcatraz. In that moment I had a feeling
of hopelessness, dread – returning to the place where I am unhappy for yet
another week, doing the same thing over and over again; listening to the
children, becoming increasingly annoyed with the very sound of their voices,
the very thought of doing the weekly chores, to resume the weekly humdrum.
This can’t be life, there must be
more to it than this, this is an existence – like dead fish floating down a
stream. When did my life become this monotonous, like a song on repeat, a song
you once loved and enjoyed, but it has played so often that you can no longer
enjoy it, you don’t even hear it playing, it’s not even back ground noise, you
become numb and deaf to the melody; aloof to what once brought you joy.
What the fuck is this?! I feel
the need to escape, or risk losing my mind, I scream on the inside so loud that
my voice is quickly fading to nothing. I am jaded. I want to run away from my life,
but my life is no longer my own. I wish sometimes that I was as truly selfish as
I have been accused of being; if I were, I would clean out my accounts and run
away to nowhere, and everywhere, never look back. I would live. I hate that
having these feelings of wanting to abandon everything makes me feel like a despicable
human being, it fills me with a sense of guilt; but too much of this life makes
me feel miserable, too many patches of happiness – like tatted clothing, little
semblance of what originally existed.
I need help to find my way back.
I don’t know where to start, I don’t know if I can do it on my own, but I don’t
feel that I should burden anyone with how I feel. It’s foolish to think that I
am the only one feeling this way, but in the same vein it is troubling to think
that I am not the only one feeling this way.
Living to a ripe old age can not be the sum total of ones life, that can not be your life's greatest achievement.
Living to a ripe old age can not be the sum total of ones life, that can not be your life's greatest achievement.