I wonder what it is about life
That leads us all to cope in our own ways
What is it about life
That requires us all to get away
Some use food
Feeding themselves until they starve of everything else that life has to offer
Only looking for a fleeting sense of satisfaction
Some use religion
Pulling themselves away from the ordinary daily chaos that surrounds them
Looking for something extraordinary in a world that is nothing but mundane and painful.
Some use drugs
Another word for an escape from the reality they endure
Looking for a narrower world,
One that is easier to understand,
Even if only for a moment.
And as I sit here only a little after noon,
Sipping on hard liquor,
Smoking to my heart’s content,
I wonder
What is it about life that is just so simply impossible to endure?
Whatever your definition of a vice is,
We all have one.
Why?
Why do I, too, feel the need to cope?
We all have struggles we deal with day in and day out.
Every second of every day.
But to say that those struggles are simply too overwhelming to deal with without escapes
Would be ridiculous.
We are all strong enough to handle what life throws at us.
So why do we feel that we need to cope?
If the two options available to us are life and death,
We’d all choose life.
We all do choose life.
So why exactly do we put ourselves in death’s way
Just to cope with the choice we make ourselves?
Even as you read this, I still wonder
Why?
Why read something that makes you question your own decisions?
Perhaps we all just need to be challenged
In our own, twisted ways.
Perhaps we want to be challenged,
Want to struggle
Want to bleed
Want to cope.
Perhaps the reason we’d make our choice
Is not to choose life,
But to beat death.
But to say that…
To say that, one would only sound petty.
So I guess I’ll continue to wonder
Sipping and smoking my own coping devices
Watching as others do the same.
We all call Death to our front door,
I just hope others notice it too.
This is nice
Human beings are like machines that are programmed to do stuff and occasionally punch themselves in the face… Some punch more than do stuff…