You know when you’re a child, there’s this fat kid in school who’s always getting picked on by others, who gets picked last when the class has to choose teams during P.E?

Or that nerd who everyone shuns and everyone, including his teachers and parents, know that he will turn out a loser in life?

Well, both of these stereotypes are me, and I’m trying to change but my efforts are futile even after 20 fucking years. I wanna give up.

is there more to life than this?

Pillars of Creation, my favorite picture of the Universe

The Universe is an intricate web of infinite galaxies, held apart in space by the forces of gravity. For centuries, humans have been amazed by the cosmos and made significant discoveries that helped us gain a better understanding of the Universe. However, the combined knowledge we have about the entire Universe is probably less than 1%. New discoveries continue to astound scientists and astronomers till this very day.

The Universe is very much like the human mind, the very epicenter of life. Sadly, most of us busy ourselves with survival and the superficial. While there is nothing wrong with that, we fail to look deep within ourselves. We fail to see that there is more to life than just having a 9-to-5 job and paying taxes.

We make our lives dull, so devoid of color. We just fail, fail to see the spectrum of colors waiting to burst from deep within us.  We lose our vision, our purpose. We lose the passion to live, we merely survive.

It’s time to stop, take a breather. Stop going with the flow for once, and see life in all its glory. See that you were here for a reason, for a greater purpose than just to get a job, be rich, be successful, be famous. Yes, there is more to life than this!

Is it because it reminds me of my loneliness? The fact that the friends I have is far and few. The fact that when it comes to vacation breaks, I’ll be home the whole day. Waiting for my phone to ring, for texts to come in. And chances are, no one would bother.

I could disappear and no one would notice. I could cease to exist and no one would know I even existed. I’m so envious of the people who seem to have it at life. Usually the pretty, the hot, the hunky ones. They have hoards of people waiting to go out with them, and they get to pick and choose at their own liberty. Are humans really that superficial?

Ugly and fat people like me have no chance. They have no chance at getting noticed, only ridiculed or looked down on. Few chances of friendships, almost no chances of falling in love. That’s why people like me fall deep into depression, and can never see life in a way that there’s hope.

I feel like I’m dying. I feel like I want to die. I’m so sick of going to stare at the 4 walls of my room day by day. Besides, if I die, who’s gonna care anyway?

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