The days keep repeating themselves. The hope that breathes in the morning vanishes somewhere in the dark of the night. Life feels heavy when emotional thoughts start circling inside the mind with no way out. It seems the life that only appears in dreams wants to stay in the dreams. Stubborn life!

The mountain of struggles can be climbed with the ladder of hard work, until one rung snaps under the weight of curious eyes. The eyes that once wanted to climb the mountain. The eyes that could only imagine the top of the mountain and then wandered in search of a better view. And the eyes that remain curious to see if the feet can leap across the broken rung. Such curiosity of the eyes for someone else’s feet!

The heart stopped speaking long ago; it knows no one listens. The mind, though, echoes with thoughts. All kinds of thoughts. Thoughts about the next plan that will solve everything. Thoughts about the last plan that might have solved everything. Thoughts about a distant future where stubborn life finally loosens its grip.

And what about the thought of a life that wasn’t stubborn, just disastrous? Ah, what a shameful thought. Let’s not think about that thought. But no matter how much one tries not to think about that one thought, it always finds a way to rise to the surface. It’s not a thought — maybe an emotion. Or maybe it is a thought, after all. How can someone feel a thought so deeply that it starts to feel like an emotion?

The thought of abandoning every single thought and running away from the mind.

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