The Malady

Darkness from outside the window met his eyes while the sun was yet to rise. The drizzle had started around midnight, and continued growing little by little, sounding lazy along with the defeated feeling of a dry morning breeze. Not all mornings used to be like this, he knew there used to be better days. A pining for the happy days underlining the present thought passed through his mind as his head rested on the pillow for minutes to pass by and never return.

“This is useless”, thought he. “I don’t have half the life I thought I’d have when I was in Grade 3-B classroom, and fantasizing”. Life seemed to be happening without him. The present seemed unbearable, althought it was boredom that kept mercilessly taking it’s toll on his mentality. With a swiftness of which the origin was unknown, he jumped out of the bed and started the day, just like that. One of the many life’s moments that is repeated but never quite understood until the youth is wasted on the young. And maybe, even be continued to old age, until the frail, nasty things start happening to once youthful atoms made out of carbon, mostly.