Trying So Hard.

Everybody is gasping for breath, something, anything, to make them feel more alive.  We're all stretching ourselves to meet that next quota, to achieve that which seems inconceivable, perhaps just to say we did.  What happens when we get tired?  When we wear ourselves out and become too fragile for our own bones - what happens then?  When we reach the breaking point of self and have to determine if it's really worth it to keep trying, keep gasping, keep grasping, at something that may not even be there.  Maybe it was never there.  Maybe we just made it up to fill a void within ourselves.  We imagined a need, we created a universe in which we could all live to live up.  To our fullest, our potential, to keep trying and answering even if you didn't hear the question.

Well I am tired.  I am tired of trying this hard and I am tired of watching other people try this hard.  This reminds me of something I thought about a long time ago - why do people attempt to be things that they simply were not meant to be?


Thoughts to be continued.