8/29/16
Life has become something that is a little bit funny,
It's too short but the days are so long.
Life is not measured in the amount of breaths you take they say but the moments that take your breath away, that is- until you take your last breath and that moment goes by too fast.
Death and disease are both tragic yet we write about them in books and fantasize fatality and create witty banter made up of somebody else's tragedy but it's merely fiction in our life so it becomes acceptable.
We measure success by money but strive for happiness at the end of the day when we find ourselves hiding under the covers.
We preach good faith and kindness but when our neighbors need help we hesitate and excuse it by convincing ourselves that we are just too busy to extend our hand.
Grow up, get a job, start a family; but kids are unmotivated, go unpunished and more often than none experience separated Christmas eves.
We procreate and raise children who sit in their room entranced in media because we have lost a sense of togetherness and we look forward to the next update of an unrealistic reality figure.
Dinner tables are often consumed in stacks of mail and spring cleaning stops at the hinges of your own bedroom door.
Life has changed and people cease to live; I have always feared the (so far) fictional fate of a "zombie apocalypse" but I fear the day has already come where the bodies I pass are already numb.