I have something to say about
My life and this is
How it goes. The sad reality is
That I have no
angst no grief
No woes.
My life is unremarkable and boring.
No matter how much
Time I spend trying to
Prove to myself
Otherwise
But it is not just today
That I find myself
Complaining It is everyday
when someone
inquires about my life
I respond to them
With pretentious sadness
and strife I tell them that
I'm tired that I need
A break and that
I'm sick of my life.
But I'm lying.
I realize I will never be sick
Of my life because it
Is the longest and the only period of
Certain physical existence that I
will ever experience.
I'm not sick
of my life.
But I am sick of
long lines, traffic,
My fantastically slow
computer, Dull pencils,
the laws of physics,
reality TV, Over analyzing things,
my parents Who care but
only pretend to listen
Or my friends who
listen but only
Pretend to care, people who are quick
Judge and people who are slow to
Realize. But I think
What I'm sick of
Most is hearing myself complain
Which is why I need to
Stop trying to constantly
Abide by the ideals of
Some nonexistent Utopia
In which success is the
Equivalent to meaning the
Of my life. No what I need
To do and what I
Encourage others who
Are sick of the monotony
Of their lives to do
Is to stop complaining and to
Enjoy the remainder
Of their lives; however dull
And or unremarkable.



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