He paced around the room not knowing what to do or say. A feeling of helplessness overcame him. He wondered what he should do next. He thought about calling her, but ruled it out. No, that was stupid. He paced some more. The phone rang. He picked it up. "Hello?". It was her. He groped around for words but couldn't find any so he decided to listen instead. What she had to say made perfect sense. He heard her out without a single interruption and when she was done he replaced the receiver. He had work to do.......

Work ..... isn't that what we all strive for? Something to do, something to tear us away from our mundane existence before it tears us apart. We struggle to survive and survive to struggle. We spend every minute of every day trying to find a reason for living, something we can cling to which leads us to believe that our lives make sense. But things are not always that simple. Life is crazy. Its the law of nature. No matter what you do you cant eliminate the toxicity.

Don't get me wrong. I adore being alive. It's a feeling i cannot even begin to describe. I only feel that most people don't know what it means to be truly alive. They walk around like robots, move on without a rhyme or reason, from one day to the next. And in a single wave their life has begun and ended. I feel life should be like a storm at sea. The excitement, the turmoil, and everything that comes along with it. That's what life is. I feel you've only ever lived if you've loved someone. Being loved in return is a novelty that only some of us are fortunate enough to come in the way of.