Eliterate

The world is a beautiful place. It epitomises the word, because only in true beauty can you find ugliness. Ugliness such as the absence of care, the commitment of and to sins, the gray shades of life and then, we have me; the ever satirical and hypocritical teenager turning adult. I used to berate others for not caring enough about their lives, their families, their friends and most of all, themselves. But it looks as if the tables have turned. I have become the victim of my own words.

The universe has a peculiar way of making you taste your own medicine. It is cyclical (if there's such a word, I should spellcheck some day).  One moment you can be a king ruling over others, and the next you are ruled by those whom you once ruled over. But of course, in today's democratic societies, possessing sovereignty over someone is less seen as compared to the jurassic monarchy. My point is, everything which you have done will one way or another get back to you sooner or later.

From my own point of view, I truly believe the world has failed me. It has rendered me to be truly indifferent towards all things. It has carved its very own neutral insignia in my mind.  However, neutral does not mean indifferent, although similarities can be found. This means that I am not totally lost. Deep down inside, I still care. I am not a weathered person as compared to some others, but I feel so weathered and weary, so devoid of life, so...careless.

As with most things that have happened to me, and most phases I have been through, It will pass. Everything will turn out alright, as soon as I stop living in denial.

Help me, please.