Celebration of life

Hello life,

I don’t remember if I was glad when I met you.

You are a celebration they say. Despite letdowns, I’m supposed to be happy for the very reason that I’m alive.

Guess what?

I am!

Every time I smile, there is one reason waiting out there to wipe it off my face.

I’m happy for you.

She was the love of my life, we held hands, we promised each other togetherness.
We broke up.

Yet, I am happy for you.

I can’t get a damned thing right. In fact, everything that seems correct to me is always mercilessly proven wrong.

Still, I am happy for you.

I scream out “Why?” and hear silence.

I’m happy for you.

Even when I fight with my brother for a silly thing like the TV’s remote, I get to watch what he watches.

Really happy!

Life, I am happy for you despite you.

Thanks life.

Love,
Me :)

Why me, god?

Dear Tia,

Have you ever been to Galapagos Islands? No? That’s okay. But if you do go there, please do me a favor – See if you can find me there. Because I feel incredibly lost!

I sense something really stopped happening (sometimes I even wonder if that something is me!). It’s darn boring. HELP!

You know what? Being lost is kind of weird and I still don’t realize why! I tried everything from vigorously shaking my head to pretending like I am not lost to help myself back.

Look! I am even trying to write it all away. And guess what? It doesn’t seem to be working, either. I should probably Google 'me' to find me again.

Anyways, take care.