when frustration is the only inspiration

So I finally created a blog. A blog to be amongst a multitude of blogs nestled idly in the virtual jungle to be put and lost out there whining about life . Well, I figured at this point of my life I might as well be part of this vicious circle since I am already part of it seated in this dark corner. Yet…I will attempt to find: the Facts, the Humor, the Hypothesis, the Wisdom, and the Horrible Truth of it all.

So..here goes nothing.

Frustration is what finally inspired me to create this blog. Frustration with myself and the world at large. Nowadays the general vibe around me is just that. Whatever happened to peaceful moments? I have no clue. Whatever happened to being able to walk the streets or drive at night without worrying about being harassed verbally and bad driving skills or pulled over by the police? Whatever happened to good news, sincerity, honesty and a sense of belonging? Whatever happened to a steady job, a regular income, security, a sense of fulfillment? Again, I have no clue. All these little and major integral factors of life that ultimately molds us into what we are perpetually supposed to be until we die seem to have flicked me a big ass wrinkly finger and walked the other way, as if to say “there you go, deal with it, rock n’ roll. And guess what? You’re on your own on this one”.

The Facts:

I am definitely going through the hardest, most challenging, eventful and suffocating phase of my life.

The Humour:

It feels like I have been diagnosed with late on set congenital adolescence.

The Hypothesis:

What goes around, comes around. If there’s something I fearfully believe in it’s just that. I’ve made many mistakes and I am paying the price for it now. Karma is certainly a bitch.

The wisdom:

Everything happens for a pretty damn good reason and maybe Karma will acknowledge my efforts and cut me some slack.

The Horrible Truth:

I have been stuck in the cartwheel of life for too long and I must make decisions that neither my mind nor heart will agree on.

Author: noramorta

For the first time after years of deliberation and procrastination, I move from the old fashioned pen and paper to display the consequences of my bad decisions, my inflated mixed emotions and my awkward findings on life.

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