The Beginning
Life is frustrating. It never goes the way you want it to, and you can find happiness in what you get, but for how long?
People are frustrating. All they want to do is complete their checklist before they die. Nobody wants to question the framework laid down by society.
Work of frustrating. It is just a way to keep you busy to make sure that you do not introduce friction in the smooth functioning cogs of society.
Everything is frustrating. There is no reason not to get agitated by anything and everything. Why cant things just go the way you want them to go? Why can the world just not be ideal? Why do people not want to fix things that are visibly broken?
How do you deal with all this frustration?
My way to do so is to vent out – hopefully anonymously – on this blog.
I am not going to be giving a lot of thoughts to my posts and will just keep typing to my heart's content. It might be incoherent, it might be grammatically incorrect, it might be an absurd opinion. You get to see into my mind here.