Sometimes I feel like screaming..

I close my eyes. Times like this, my head goes down.

Sometimes, its too much. Too much. Too many responsibilities, too many people, too much. Its overwhelming. Too many bonds that bind you to this world. What is the purpose of it all? Why are those bonds important to us.

Sometimes i hate this thing they call an education. It may end up teaching you too much. So much, that you begin to wonder. About everything. About how its all a lie. Its always been a lie.

And then you see them, clearly, each and everyone of them. Content with reality they have been given. And every passing day, the world becomes a bit stupider.

I too am guilty of this crime, of losing myself in a moment of joy. I forgot, that true art is not born out of happiness, or success or luxury. In fact it resides in sorrow, discontentment, beauty, nature.

It has to end. I hope its soon, for my sake. I wont last much longer.