Saturday, May 3, 2014

There will always come a time when we just reach our end point. It’s the finish line we run into without patience and understanding. It’s the goal we stand carrying only one thing: tiredness.

Perhaps, it’s not a good idea to consider something as an act of giving up. Because sometimes, we just get tired. We become so tired we no longer want to move, to talk, not even to open our eyes and see the world.

And sometimes, we are so tired we just want to be alone. It’s not the tiredness that water can rehydrate or sleep can re-energize or food can refuel. It’s the tiredness that only needs space and time—space to do things without other people and time to think things through alone.

That is exactly how I feel. I am tired. I am weary. I am knackered.

I am tired of trying to understand people whom I am not sure even thought of trying to understand me. I am tired of chasing, hoping to rekindle with people whom I am not sure even crossed their minds of having an effort to see me. I am tired of socializing, forcing myself to reply even when I don’t want to open my mouth. I am tired of it all.

I am weary and knackered that the only thing I think can help me to feel better is some time alone.