(Almost) Hopeless

Some days have passed since I received the news about my fathers´ death. Perhaps this is not the best moment to write, but somehow it soothes me and helps to relieve the pain. It´s kind of strange, but this has made me think about life and death, my role in this world, my attitudes towards the rest of the people surrounding me, my mistakes, my goals, my dreams, the futility of many stupid things that, we believe, are important, the fragility of life, the moments that are running fast past behind. The world has become an ugly place to live. Nobody cares about you. Insanity is gaining ground, but, if you can´t maintain the “required” frantic pace, you will be left behind, alone in the dark. You cannot fail, it is not “right”, you must be perfect all the times, no matter your feelings or needs. I´m getting sick of all this. I want to break free, to find my own way to live, but it is difficult. Each day, your customs are holding you tighter, and no matter what you do, you feel drowsy and surrounded, without hope. Dad: Please help me, give me strength to cope with these daemons…