The thought of survival in such a victimized planet sounds insane lately. I call it insane not because we are continuously under the threat of death, but because we look for the inevitable not the self-caused fatal cases. An accident? A heart attack? Cancer? But does it scare me? Is this enough to make me run away from dying? Nah. Dying is easy, for you can not stop it. Its living. It is living that scares me to death. Being barely off age, this harum-scarum world has left me ponder hard on the fact that how much everyone of us is longing to die; to end this unpredictable torture in the name of living. Such a place where we are enemies of ourselves, where we ourselves are choking us to death, how can living benefit us here? We have stopped living you know. We have stopped striving to become better for ourselves. We have got ourselves so preoccupied in struggling hard not to satisfy our souls, but in fact show our rivals how very sane we are. To compete in the competition of life is what we are struggling with, neglecting our concise for good. We are nothing but fools. Fools in the name of humans. We built dreams on sands, and when the water waves wash it away, we lose that little bit of sanity too and start the blame game. We forget that things move in circle. We run away from things we fear, and they welcome us on the finish line. We have to stop being so harsh on ourselves. Because this makes me furthermore fear my life. Battle lines are not always drawn where you want them to be, and I am losing to life here. But who to blame? Myself? Or what the society teaches me? I guess, someone should have warned us right at the start of our lives that we are dying, then we might actually live life to the limit of everyday.This is when this thought triggers, that we should have fulfilled certain dreams long ago, there are only so many tomorrows you know. But again, living.. Ahh seems tiring than soldier's workout. The same monotonous old routines each day. Trust me, and I know you would because you just can't help it but agree with me that when you are successful, things have a momentum, and at a certain point you really can't tell whether you have created that momentum or is that momentum creating you? Relate this with the kind of life you are living today? Is that you? Ain't you scared of what is happening around you? Well I am I am scared of this And its life itself. This is sad, how badly we are feared. When I die, will they remember me Not what I did, but what I haven't done? It's not the end that I fear with each breath  It's life that scares me to death.

Photo Courtesy = Saleha Adnan