Are we living our lives for ourselves?Or are we all going through a sickening process called life?Every now and then life changes it's colour and comes up with more and more troubles and complicacy to sicken us. I am nothing but a wretch who is finding it extremely difficult to live up to the expectations of the people i care about.Tremendous pressure,stress,agony,depression all team up to make me sick.My stubborn mind wants to fuck off and run away fr0m this dismal city and go there where i can be me and i don't have to be something more than what i am.Sometimes it seems as if life is just made of disasters.One after one they just keep coming.In between we get the occasional happiness.It feels real good when we do something great and surprise others.But a fearful faint hearted human can also do something extraordinary to be hailed by people.But that is nothing more than a glorious miracle which doesn't take place twice. I look around and see people rising higher and higher to take me down.Some are going abroad for higher education with scholarship,some are becoming doctors,well kn0wn engineers and artists.I wonder and ask myself,'what the fuck am i?'its real difficult to keep pace with the fast moving modern world.Being me is simply not enough.If u can be what this world needs ,people will praise you,hail your name.But if u can't ,nobody will look back and give you a hand if you fall down. Now question is can we ever get out of the hole we are into?Most of the events and stuffs of life will continue to make us sick.We will have to keep ourselves with the short happy moments we get and then keep on running the race to chase eachother.Who wins,becomes succesful in life and who loses,gets lost in eternal darkness.But may be in the evening of life,some of us will regret ,'ah!I could have spent my life in a better way'.Who said this messy planet so-called earth is a fair place?Don't always believe what people tell you.May be this planet is a hellish heaven!