A mystic sadness

I look at the screen, it is another day. Life has moved on again. Except it hasn’t moved on. It kept me in a vortex of sadness. I try to look around, in an attempt to find hope. But, it feels all empty. Not a single person with a bit of rope that I can hold onto. Again I am falling in that dark dark tunnel that I just came out of a few years ago. The light I thought was for real, was actually a mirage.

I am not invincible, but at time like these destiny wants me to be a superman. Without a cape, without any super human ability, with a flawed mind and lots of emotions, I stand up, a try to shout at the world, try to protest - “Hey I cannot be a fighter anymore. I want peace, I want freedom.” But challenges never end.

So yet again, I am listening to the song, looking back at my screen and trying to find my place on earth. Nope, I haven’t found it yet, perhaps I never will. Because, every superman is also a man, and he looses more battles than he wins. Nobody want to participate in those sad stories, they just want him to be invincible.

But sorry, I am not invincible.