Tell me if I'm wrong...

We try so hard. So hard to just fit in. Not just in this world but in our own lives. It's like we imagine ourselves as walking talking catastrophes that will go off on the slightest misstep.

It is so tiring to not be able to let go and just live for the moment. We are filled with so much guilt, the reason which we are unaware of. We are scared, worried. Living in a constant fear of something happening. This something over which we have no control even.

I see smiling and laughing faces but I realize none of us ever lets go. Not really. Maybe because we never learnt to in the first place.

You wake up everyday. Go through the motions of life and do everything you should do. It's only when the night strikes and you are in bed, relieving the day do you realize that you are a stranger in your life. How did that happen? And why did we let that happen?

We are no more the lead characters in our lives. We've become the third person watching in on our lives, at a distance. Dispassionately.

And yet we try so hard. It's hardly fair. Tell me if I'm wrong...but don't we need a moment to just accept the fact that we are living breathing human beings?