The Whole Package.

Sometimes I'm just miserable. Actually its most times. I'm miserable not because of someone, not because of certain things that happened in my life or because certain things didn't happen that I was looking forward to happening, no, I'm just sometimes a plain old miserable soul.

Hello there, I'm the Earthian.

My misery comes from a part that can never be satiated with anything that's earthly and desire driven. And no, I'm not some sort of a monk. The problem here is that I just am not very good at expressing what it is that I want. Maybe not even that, for I do express myself well enough in ways that I think are sufficient enough. The problem, well, this isn't much of a problem, but what it is is the fact that maybe, I think I'm just a little too me. And what's that supposed to mean, well, it means exactly what it says. And being me, brings me the whole package every single time. A little bit of joy, some laughter hither and thither, a few tears of happiness, perhaps even some complete bliss every now and then. But this package doesn't come close to being full without a truckload of sadness and gloominess that arise from deep within, sometimes with reasonable reasons and at other times with unreasonable reasons.

It's funny how things can change in undefined instants and how fast time will go away in a way of suggesting you, even forcing you to move the hell on. Not because its the best solution but because its the only one available.

Love, peace.