it's painful...

It’s painful to know that you cannot change the world around you. It’s painful to know your weaknesses and your limitations. It’s painful to know that there is little trust left. It’s painful to know that you are losing trust in your capabilities. It’s painful to know that you have very little self-respect left inside. It’s painful when the mind doesn’t understand that body is decaying every day and keeps craving for more and more. It’s painful to know that you are no longer what you wanted yourself to be. It’s painful to know that you are running a race which doesn’t belong to you. It’s painful to know that nobody listens to you or gives attention to your ideas.

It’s painful to know that you have no love in your life. It’s painful to know that you are about to fall from the cliff of fortune when uncertainty will push you hard. It’s painful to know that it’s your virtues that bring you all frustration.

It’s painful to know that the people you trusted and banked upon were themselves bankrupt. It’s painful to know that you will have to walk alone all your life if you want to enjoy your journey. It’s painful to know that you are through and through lonely from inside. It’s painful to know that you deceived yourself in those times when you needed yourself the most. It’s painful to know when your own people don’t understand you and don’t support your ideas. It’s painful to know that you are stuck in a place where you never intended to go. It’s painful to know that your hope is dead.

It’s painful to know that you cannot be what you are because you will not be accepted that way. It’s painful to know that life has lost every meaning for you and you have lost the will to give any meaning to it. It’s painful to know that you are starving for love but you cannot express yourself.

It’s painful to know that your life will never be like you once dreamed of it. It’s painful to see the broken pieces of your ego when you look inside. It’s painful to know that you are divided into fragments from within yourself. It’s painful to know that in the multitude of your identities, you have lost yourself. It’s painful to know that your past is your present and your present will be your future. It’s painful to know that there is no end to this angst. It’s painful when you ask yourself the questions which you cannot answer.