Exist

Do one ever knows the existence of one another?

Questions that seem bugging in my brain all along. The word, "Exist."

Exist, in the sense, that one is present but not necessarily accepted.

Oh, the irony of a person existing, for the sake of its shallow meaning. The person just exists, without depth of meaning, and the most common painful reason,

The lack of acceptance.

One does undergo that stage. The stage wherein one is insecure, void, and empty to the fact that he is useless and defenseless.

One who compromises himself just to please everyone, make others happy for he is afraid to show who he really is.

Well, a human person is a deep and complex specie to examine for it has layers of personalities that he truly want to discover.

Each layer will just show up, adapting to each situation just to fit in, and to compromise.

Well, that's every human's adaptation just to survive the bitch called, Life.

And sometimes, because of the toughness of life, they started to forget living.

Sometimes, I asked myself the same question.

Am I really living? or I just do stuff for the sake of it.

Heaven knows.