Peace

The real ones told you life would be grim

and for once, it wasn't grim exaggeration.

It's a shame, that this

seemingly ethereal "entity"

isn't as ethereal as

Ms. Winfrey makes her ought

to be.

Life can get choosy. Very choosy.

In fact, her most prefered pastime

is playing the comical game

'picking Favorites.'

Too bad, most chaps ain't got the luck

flaunted in '80s movies.

And, trust me, there are too many

niceties. 

She'll snicker

at your most melancholic moments

and laugh with you at

someone else's sadness

But when you do need the serotonin

of a good laugh,

she'll show you her middle finger

like an obnoxious bitch.

For some, she's as saccharine as a slut seeking sex

For others, she's just an atrocious asshole

Can't blame her, though.

My mom would say,

"Life is just a synonym for 'problem'".

And problems can never give you peace,

can they?

I tried, I tried and I tried.

I tried like hell

I tried hard as fuck

But the problems don't go away

unless you literally live/ are buried

under a rock.

Maybe, they shouldn't go away. Who's to say?

If I have a problem,

I'm more likely to get up the next day.

If I have a problem, I'm more likely

to hold my head high

and tell myself,

"it'll be okay."

Which is rare for a being like me,

whose pessimism just can't seem to go away.

So, dear friends and foes,

life is indeed a synonym

for the dreaded word 'problem'.

But if there were no problems,

there'd be no exasperation

And if there was no exasperation,

there'd be no peace.