Sometimes things are just so tough...too tough... All trivia add up, pile up...so frigging high...And u almost can't find a way out.
So u fight, u fight again and again, until u're just a bag of old bones, until u're frigging exhausted. And somehow u still feel u're failing, failing everyone around u, failing urself, failing ur whole life...
Then what will u do?
For fuck's sake, at the beginning u just wanted to keep a flock of sheep, or to sing ur way out, whatever. Things look so simple in retrospect.
One blink and u're here. Old, tired, grey in ur hair, lines on ur face.
How the hell did i end up here? u asked. Well, the only answer is—life happened. I know, old cliche, right? But yeah, life happened.
So u still try to get on, cos there's someone u love&care about, who needs u to tend to. But what if there's not anymore? U dread that possibility so bad that u choose to look away, to avoid ever thinking about it. But deep down u know, something's gonna happen.
And u just grab onto 'now', onto the few precious things u've got.
Cos...what else can u do...right?
