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Life’s Enigmas
By NationChild
Created on April 19th, 2006
A/N: I apologize if this piece of writing offends anyone, these are just my opinions on life, anger, etc.
I finally stopped. Breathing heavily, I felt a tingling sensation in my skin. My fists are still clenched. My hair sways slightly in the wind around my red face.
I have run to the creek near my house. Everything is always so quiet and peaceful there. I look into the crystal clear water, at the small rocks at the bottom, at the reflection of the bushes near me on the water, of my own reflection, my face alight with fury.
Anger at myself, anger at those around me. Why is anger so evil? It breaks promises. People become so blind with rage, they don’t think and they do something that they are going to regret later. Sometimes, it’s impossible to even fix angers’ doings. That’s why it’s so dangerous.
Sometimes, I just wish I could go to sleep and never wake up again. That I could live forever in my dreams that would never come true, that no one could bother me in my dreamland, that they wouldn’t even try to bother me.
Yet that wish, the wish to peacefully rest with no disturbances, never to wake again, would never come true. I am sure of that. Because I must get on with my life, just like everyone else. I wish that I was, but I am no exception to the river of life.
Life. Funny thing, life is. I’ve heard that every five seconds, a newborn is brought into the world, yet every five seconds, an aged one perishes. How can life make you joyful beyond belief, but make someone one million miles away (or even one mile away) sorrowful beyond belief? One minute someone’s yelling at you and you’re screaming back at them, and the next moment both of you are laughing over a hilarious joke, like the fight never happened. It motivates people, whether it be to clean your room because your mother will treat you to ice cream afterwards, or maybe you have to finish this term paper for school or else you’ll fail the class. Whatever the reason, people are motivated by life, because of what some people believe that they’ll get out of life, and because of what some people know that they’ll get out of life.
I have calmed down a bit now, although I am still slightly shaking with rage. My fingernails have removed themselves and there are now bright red marks on my inside palms. They no longer feel soothing, and the pain kicks in and I clench my teeth from the intensity of it.
Some little kids are running by, trying to catch each other. I glare at them, for they were the reason for my anger in the first place. But my hostility towards them slowly melts as I watch them, running around, laughing and giggling. I finally have to chuckle a little.
I start on my way home, walking calmly with a hopeful look on my face.
NationChild
