Life

What is life?

Well I imagine life something like this. There is a big white room with no walls in sight and a big brick wall going from one side to another with no limitations, wall of great heights. And all you do is push that wall hoping that you might break it or make a hole, because behind that wall are your hopes and your dreams, your happiness, and it’s not like you can jump over or try and go around it, all you can do is push. The sad thing is that others try their whole life to even make a dent and do not succeed, while others manage to make a small hole and see through the other side, but still cannot reach what is behind the wall. Some people, do not know how, do not know why, or maybe I do and I just don’t want to admit it, somehow break that wall, and those are the people who will come and whisper into your ear to keep pushing on, to keep trying , the end of it is in sight, that you will succeed, people like family, friends, some you don’t even know, your girl and so on, the thing is that each wall differs, one wall can be tougher than another, and yet they still feel entitled to give you advice, because they either keep pushing their walls blindly or because they had help and yet think you can do it on your own. Others thrived by having certain skills and qualities ,virtues maybe, some maybe had other people break their walls, because for the human kind, using people isn’t a brand new  notion and it does happen.

And you push that wall, and you push, and you push, and from time to time, bits and pieces might arise behind that wall just to keep you going, just to give a very small idea what can lie behind it just to keep you pushing, but in the end most of us DIE and leave our frustrations and limitations to the younger generation, so they can keep pushing the same wall with maybe the same results, with no end in sight.

The question is: Do I keep pushing?