I started typing out this short piece as a way to get rid of some ideas that have been bothering me lately. I started out with two sentences below:
Everyone hits a low point. It is part of being human.
“Hay, life,” a friend said out of frustration on how the day turned out. One cannot help but think that we all should feel lucky. Life should be good. We wake up everyday with enough vigor to complain for another 12 hours. We get 4 hours to pretend to be happy, while the rest of the hours are devoted to supposedly relaxing, reinvigorating sleep.
“Good night,” she said. What we think today and before we shut our eyes could mean a cliche brighter tomorrow.