Everything

I want to tell you everything but where would I begin and does “everything” really ever have an ending? If all good things come to an end does that mean sorrow lasts forever? I’m always searching for constants in my life – I don’t like change, that’s one of the few constants I’ve ever known – and here’s another stable truth I can cling to: sadness is always there.

Think about it, when have you ever been completely content? I feel like I am forever grasping for gratification. So why is sadness an antonym for happiness? ‘Cause the way I see it, I’m at my worst when I’m at my best, when serenity is just beyond my fingertips and I’m stuck with my animosity for anyone who’s happier than me and being me is just never enough. So if you ask me what’s wrong I’d have to wonder what’s right.

Can everything and nothing be wrong at the same time? How else can I say it? I am going through the motions everyday, it’s like eating and never tasting or touching and never feeling and here’s the saddest truth I’ve ever known:

To live doesn’t mean you’re alive.

So if I asked you whether “everything” had an ending or not I guess the easy answer would be the harder question – When you add it all up, is “everything” a good thing or a bad thing?

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