Jan 26, 20221 min
Updated: Feb 20
Is unfair in both quality and quantity.
For some it is longer,
For others, shorter.
For a few it is difficult,
For many, a walk in the park.
It is sufficient for many
Many are resilient to the triggers
Of the more sensitive and tense.
When you are of the many,
Life's more pleasant.
But when you are of the sensitive few,
Some sacrifices are to be made,
If you desire your stress to ease.
As you become more and more sensitive,
The path becomes both long and difficult.
Climb the tower of blocks,
And you'll exhaust yourself.
Sacrifice some of the blocks,
And the climb will be shorter.
That's what I did,
So I started sacrificing some friends and family as well.
Even if it means more and more isolation,
And the loss of more opportunity and colourfulness.
I think I have suffered enough.
Now begins the stage of endurance within sacrifice,
Within complete physical isolation.
Humans are stressing beings
And so do I, it appears.
My chosen destiny has been decided.
It is time to write and be alone.
I have dreamed of this fantasy,
Only to realize that full offline isolation,
Is the final step to my beloved serenity.
Little love, little friendship,
And now, little family.
Serenity exists beyond the loops of interaction.
Break the loop
And it'd be your chance
To be a bigshot, a master,
At de-stressing.