Day After

Nobody really talks about the day after Christmas. Whether you spent it nursing a hang over or debloating yourself from the gastronomic feast or just simply rolling on your bed. Nobody cares about what you do after. Unlike half of the globe which is still having their Christmas snow and snuggling up on their warm bed, the other half is back to their mundane life. Work and other stuff. Trying to reconcile their minds to forget about the 25th and get back to reality which is the 26th. However, this other half can still be divided into bits of fraction; and I can tell you about the 1/9999999 portion of this fraction. this small number of people is battling for their lives; not just through physical pain but emotional and mental pain as well. these are the people who are going through some kind of existential crisis because they found themselves caught in the intersection of nowhere. The kind of people who are just so fed up with the society that they chose to cut the crap and live hermit-like. And actually, this peculiar beings somehow are the most ignored kind of beings. Who cares about those who are looking for some sense in their lives? Who cares about those deep thinkers with brooding minds? No one. this world only cares for money, fame and glamour---after that? Nobody really knows the whole story.

In a nutshell, this post really was just written to remind all of you that Christmas Season does not end on December 25 and Christmas does not always have to be merry for all people. Just like the day after 25th , when all the party has died away, all the gifts have been opened and the last bottle of wine has been drunk---some people just tend to find their bliss on the day after. The days when it is all back to the mundane. Just like their lives, always on a routine and a cycle. No surprises, no ups, no downs just the plain beating of a normal heart.

wew! deep. too much of a metaphor girl, too much :x


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