Human predicaments

When I was taught biology in class 10^th, I thought life was a hubbub of activity, full of vigor, and enthusiasm. Chipper cells rhyming in chorus, were more than happy to carry out their monotonous but full-of-life jobs. In short, I thought life was alive and kicking. Any villainous thing was too surreal to be thought of.

My surreal non-existing premonitions surfaced when I became a woman. By woman, I don’t mean a young cheerful, beautiful lass. A dull, anxious, super dubious, precarious young woman. That’s exactly what I mean. Sporadical appearances of self-doubt were the food my nerves were hungry for.

One special thing about teenage is that it repletes you with emotions. Emotions you’ve never heard of, emotions you are exploring, emotions that are deeply settled in your heart but you gasp when someone tells you to describe them.

They said, “life is fleeting, live till you can.” That being said, every person reading this will sneer at the consequences of this platitude.

Like every stupid child, I always admired teenagers. Whirling in whimsical fantasies, my inclination towards positive premonitions outweighed the negative ones. As my childhood receded, the child within me subsided. It has been always there, but too frightened to even sneak out. Childhood was happier because even if you got a consolation prize, you were happy. Now, no one wants a consolation prize. “Excuse me are you insulting me?”

It was too late when I realized that the reason why there’s a whopping number of people running to hit the gong of the “first place” is that no one considers a second place holder. It jolted me from within. Everyone can’t be the first, then does it mean millions of us will end in mere oblivion?

Sometimes life is not buoyant, it is like a ball that keeps swirling in a bowl trying to reach the edges but fails miserably.  Transcending those edges is not guaranteed. It is hopeful. We live in an era where a prominent and obvious thing like sex is a hushed affair, then how do you expect them to talk about something as invisible as mental health?

Sometimes life is not buoyant, it is like a ball that keeps swirling in a bowl trying to reach the edges but fails miserably.

We all are “forged machines” who have been hammered to become what we are today. However, during every phase, the stranded ones are replaced. But where do they go, no one knows.