Passed by

Spend a life in melancholy because we are told thats the “right” thing to do. Question if we even deserve to be happy, this is fine. This is normal, no dont be silly, everyone is like this. Preform the right thing, long as it is right on queue. 

Somewhere over a lifetime we forgot what our soul yerned for in the beginning. We began philosophizing by the funeral pyre, upon which laid the remaining dreams we had held onto for so long. Moving through each day as if a marionette, dancing on the ashes of hope. Each time trying to make sense, find an answer, then the room starts spinning.
Why cant we let go of that we know is killing us, pushing us further from where we want to be? Maybe its just the fear of the unknown, or that we might not be right, so we shut our eyes and let life pass us by.