A number of years ago (can't remember the count) I used to hear this figure in my head "36". I couldn't get what that meant exactly, but, back then, I thought this could mean that I may die when I am 36! That idea was scary, so I used to kick it out of my head. I kept hearing the "36" though, for so many years. A few months ago, I remembered that voice. Though I don't hear it anymore. And, then, I had a different idea, maybe it means that my life will "start" when I am 36, specially that I don't believe that I had a real life since I was born. I had that positive feeling that I deserve my life to start, I have been preparing for for too long. That was a few months ago!
Today, I turn 36. And the funny thing is that I like the first idea more! My faith and beliefs are all messed up with the effect of my major depressive disroder. I am tired. I believe I had enough. I have no wishes or hopes. The only thing I could be wishing for is be "nothing", I wish I was nothing, or be nothing. This life is just nothing. Everyone is chasing nothing, for the sake of nothing. It is all non-sense. It is all not worth the pain!
Today, I turn 36, and for the first time in my life, I have clear plans. Maybe they are clear because I don't care for life anymore. Maybe they are clear cause I am living because I have to, not because I want to. They are clear, and I don't care if I achieve them! They are clear and my only wish is that I don't live long enough to achieve them!
Today, I turn 36, and I am still not sure what that voice in my head had ever meant. The only way to know is to check on me a year from now. If I am dead, then be happy for me, the first thought was the right one. If I am still there, I don't know how you should feel like, if you care at all!! A year from now, if I achieved my plans, and I am still alive, then maybe, the second thought was the right one. But, having achieved my plans, doesn't mean that I am alive, or that my life has started. Does it even matter?!
Today, I turn 36. And the funny thing is that I like the first idea more! My faith and beliefs are all messed up with the effect of my major depressive disroder. I am tired. I believe I had enough. I have no wishes or hopes. The only thing I could be wishing for is be "nothing", I wish I was nothing, or be nothing. This life is just nothing. Everyone is chasing nothing, for the sake of nothing. It is all non-sense. It is all not worth the pain!
Today, I turn 36, and for the first time in my life, I have clear plans. Maybe they are clear because I don't care for life anymore. Maybe they are clear cause I am living because I have to, not because I want to. They are clear, and I don't care if I achieve them! They are clear and my only wish is that I don't live long enough to achieve them!
Today, I turn 36, and I am still not sure what that voice in my head had ever meant. The only way to know is to check on me a year from now. If I am dead, then be happy for me, the first thought was the right one. If I am still there, I don't know how you should feel like, if you care at all!! A year from now, if I achieved my plans, and I am still alive, then maybe, the second thought was the right one. But, having achieved my plans, doesn't mean that I am alive, or that my life has started. Does it even matter?!
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