Life in its ever disgusting form seems to surround me providing me not even a single hope for survival and redemption. It seems I am being denied the fundamental right to escape from this complex world by death. The very existence of my soul within my complex physical self seems to be a distant possibility even though it has its own share of fundamental significance in my ordinary life.
My survival seems to be aimed at seeing my future just for some personal satisfaction. Alone and alone, which seems to be the motto of my life irrespective of the benefits and losses I may have incurred in my life.
Only a distant hope of survival remains for me with the world consuming into my soul, thus taking up the role of a predator irrespective of the other significant roles it could have played in my life.
