Melancholies

Ever felt lonely in a crowded room? It is normal to be so, you are after all one in billions of human living on this Earth yet you are unique. So you surround yourself with people with the label ‘friends’ to have a semblance of happiness. But some are fake Some are fucked up Some are inexistent But yet , some are close to the heart. They cannot always be present for you, because just like you are struggling to take a breath each waking hour, did you stop to ask them if they are breathing fine? Selfish aren’t we? At your lowest point, look back at who gave you a shoulder to cry on, or simply a pat on the back to for you to take another step. I do not wish to dictate to you how to live your life, I just want to drag your focus to the point above. Think about it, and then consider how you should approach life. Thank you to the ones who I consider friends and family.

  The weight of the world is getting harder to hold up Atlas held the world on his shoulders, punished by the Gods for his actions. Are we the modern-day Atlas? Melancholies is nearing its end but yet I do not feel the anticipated escapism that I thought writing this book will bring about. I still feel like I am struggling in an oppressive world, forced to create a façade of happiness to not trigger my surroundings. Maybe the outlet I chose to deliver my thoughts and feelings were the wrong one, maybe it was not as great as I imagined it to be. Should I go for another medium or just stop there. Is it time to rest yet? Careful, uttering these words will get you a ban from society.   Keep up your façade! Bring your smile! And burn yourself out from the inside… People do not actually need you happy, they need you not to share your sadness with them. We are living in a connected world, cables all over the place but there has never been such a disconnection. The same su...

“All of the stars have a reason, A reason to shine, A reason like mine, And I'm falling to pieces” - Lil Peep -  Crash landing on the moon or in your arms, tell me the difference? The moon, a distant place where time floats at a different speed, where cold is outside our scope of understanding, where all you are left with is dust and desolation. I repeat myself, tell me the difference? Losing interest It is such a subjective and contemplative concept that is the source of many scars. One day you are the top priority and the next you are a lost interest. You do not really notice however when you are the one who lost interest in yourself, you care more about the other person. You do not seem to realize that you are falling to pieces, you keep shining on your remaining light on that star, hoping that it will be shinning enough for the two of you. No It will never be enough for the 2 of you, because there is no 2 of you. There are stars, and there is me. You, me,...

We assign different value to different things in life, not just a monetary value but a nostalgia value as well. Some call it a sentimental value, but let us face it, the emotions encapsulated by the ‘thing’ originates from the memories associated with it. Let us not get sidetracked by the details, although I would be the first one to argue that details are the essence of things. To the heart of the subject, what is the value that we associate with our life ? This train of thoughts is the result of a rather ironic anecdote. A person, exhaling a puff from his cigarette, asked me if vaping is dangerous for the health. I was taken aback from the question seeing the context that it was asked in, my reaction was, at this moment, (sorry for the harshness) ‘What the fuck man…’ It then occurred to me that the value is not placed on the life itself, but on the way out. In this particular instance, the person who was already gambling his life away smoking was more concerned about whether vapi...