“Life’s tragedy is that we get old too soon and wise too late”- Benjamin Franklin.

“Life’s tragedy is that we get old too soon and wise too late”- Benjamin Franklin 

Often in life we get away doing wrong, and get punished for doing absolutely nothing. Yet we always complain. I guess at the end of the day it’s our mind that fails us. We think ego is everything, strike when the iron is hot, but usually in trying to gain supremacy you lose perspective. What we think is not what actually is, it’s said in philosophy that the only difference between you and me is that I know that I don’t know and u don’t know that you don’t know. Our dreams are where we are immaculate artists weaving a web of aspirations so far away from reality that disappointment feels like being round the corner. 

In the quest to sometimes be moral, we lose sight of what implications our actions may have on others, I am one heartless bastard, I hurt to people I love the most for temporary satisfaction. I can give a pretty convincing argument on how you should learn from your mistakes and nothing ventured is nothing gained, but that would be a whole load of rubbish because I never learn. On the other hand some mistakes cannot be rectified, people hurt may never recover. There is nothing exciting about playing with someone’s feelings; it’s a tragedy that I lost her because of arrogance and just a moment of weakness. You know your life has started a downward spiral if you start having regrets. So much to do in so little time, the last you can afford is ill wishes. 

We all make mistakes, I make the most, I’ll sulk and be morbid but I admit it and try to rectify it. Most people will predict, I gave your predictions reality, don’t think you’re better than me. The games have just begun. Spoil my name as you’ve done in the past, I’m not really looking for your respect. Ungrateful as you are you will pay. It’s a matter of time. To the one I hurt, I’m genuinely sorry. Wish things can be the same as they were before.

There is a destiny that makes us brothers: none goes his way alone,
All that we send into the lives of others comes back into our own.

Shit happens; it’s a sad part of life. Sometimes things go wrong, and no one is at fault. More often than not, however, shit happens because of some idiot. Few things piss me off more than when a person is negatively affected due to the stupidity, inconsideration, or incompetence of another person. In this time when it seems like I’m the one who has done everything wrong, I’m destined to take all the crap from usually insignificant people. I’ve been thinking hard how to let these people know that they are insignificant. But mind over matter prevails.
My problem has always been blaming it on someone else. Certain people in this world are just too bent on getting back at me. But it’s a funny battle; I dealt today’s problem with immense finesse. For all those who feel that life’s being bitch, think about someone who lost their parent or loved one, someone struggling to get a job or even make friends. Life is a bitch, sometimes it has puppies too. It’s about how you frame the problem. Life will always go on. 
The other day I was telling my friend what a great leveller life is, first people spread rumours about your mom getting you proposals and the very next month your mom actually contemplates getting you married. For all those living in oblivion out there thinking they way is the right way, begging and borrowing and hoping to maintain some standard, thinking that they are the ultimate epitome of pious religious practice. I’m told a certain someone will treat me like a servant, and that certain someone will wear the pants, when in reality you are the one that did all of this. Life’s slow at the moment but God is great, if an abandoned child can be entrusted to the loving care of my friend Rabia, then humanity does have hope. I’m no angel, I know the magnitude of my mistakes, and I will continue to pay my dues. For those who condone revenge, in reality what you’re doing is revenge. How people treat you is their karma; how you react is yours.

Dedicated to the beautiful Ezmira Rabeya Khan B who is destained for greatness. I’ve learned that the reason for much of my struggles was that I don’t let God take care of me. I had always been the one to decide what’s best for me, and who and what could make me happy. It’s really frustrating and full of anxieties.

I will let God take care of me. I will let Him make me feel how much I am loved. I will let Him surprise me and show me things I have never known before.

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