When you lose chubby cheeks

One of those days when you just don't know how to fake it. Everything becomes a burden in life. When you feel that wherever there was your contribution or name in it was left unaccomplished. Those days when you sit alone at the desk and feel as if there are no one around, suddenly when you become conscious you silently wipe those uncontrollable tears. When someone notices that you grew pale, lost your chubby cheeks and put down a few pounds and ask you the reason for it; you don't know what reason to give. You are weighed down so much with your failures that you forget the reason for your gloomy world just that all lighter shades around has become a tinge darker. You have become paranoid thinking when you may lose those outlines which were like a little faith in the body of losing hope:  hope tingling in the last cell of your finger was all left.

You want to be happy. You want to fly. You want to succeed. You want to discover the new you but something stops you. You try to remember those few dusted good moments of your life but get entangled in the miseries of the present. You know that world is a beautiful place to live, but the very manipulations made life more complicated. You know those thorns, nothing can fake it not even a photograph, they are right there.

But dear unless you are among those thorns you never realize the importance of being happy, being successful. You don't know what is out there. You would always have questions. Why me in the world? Why not him? As soon as you feel you have answers then new questions  come and new doors open. This is a vicious cycle. This is the beauty of life my dear friend.