I still find deep anger in my consciousness
When things don’t go my way
Some might call this natural
Me being an angry person
Now which is better
I do not know
But I do know one thing
Anger and frustration is what is actually true for me
At this moment
So I do my best to find meaning
Find the most in the mundane
But terribly stale
The taste of annoying activities
Why do we do those things?
Is there some kind of beauty in it?
When we really skin it down to?
It’s bare essence
We have glorified this struggle
I’m just doubting the necessity
Would this life be meaningless without it?
Would it be possible to grow and leave it behind?
It just might
An answer so simple
It hides in plain sight