A Lovely World I’m Living in Called Medium
Dear Medium,
I was entangled in a trap I called life, my life, with chains of materialistic values around my legs and ropes of uncertainty around my wrists. I was floundering chest-deep in a swamp of worry and anxiety, going even deeper with every single move I made. I was somehow riding a wooden horse, rocking back and forth non-stop without moving a single inch forward. I felt like having been metamorphosed into a bizarre creature, incarcerated in a cramped room, crawling around on the floor, walls and ceiling to find a way out, but there was no luck.
Modern life, with all its wonders and beauty, could be a living hell when you have to work your ass off around the clock to make ends meet. Providing for your family so that they can live a comfortable life is a wonderful thing. However, you get lost in the process. You leave yourself behind somewhere in the past, while longing to get back and pick yourself up. Coping with modern life difficulties makes you forget who you are and who you wanted to be someday.
The sad story is in this never-ending race to be more successful than the past and build a more comfortable life for others you are committed to, you feel empty inside when you find yourself chained in a stinking dungeon of loneliness, while your loved ones are around. That loneliness I’m talking about cannot be…
