Pressures

It should be called pressure not depression. The pressure of life and reality is a battle many have come to know. The battle between what we desire and the conflict of what we are given, brings dark clouds of mourning. Mourning over what we feel is real and right, and what we are supposedly subjected to. Suppose, due to the matter we are subjected to nothing and there is a true fix to it all; what we all know yet struggle to accept and give FULL heartedly. Therefore, you will feel despair, emptiness, and a sense of longing. Voids you will spend your whole life trying to fill and never will due to you hiding from the truth. We think choosing this life of "freedom" will set us free. Strive to be the best, by becoming successful, by working hard. Yet, is there not those like I who work hard everyday, by giving their all, by meeting terms of others defined as successful. What are these words we follow and give belief in that it is the truth. What are we striving for and who are we really striving for. Ourself? Do you truly desire to strive to be where you are today and know you will be the same in a month, that month you are not guaranteed! Do you strive to stay contained in this box. You don't think its a box? Can you easily step outside it this very moment? Do we not strive to create for ourself, to live for ourself how we please, to be satisfied, happy, free? Pressure between what we want and what we need. Pressure of the thought of knowing what is right yet it's not because of majority. Pressure from seeing others say ENOUGH, yet silenced for their outburst. Pressure from fear. I These pressures are apart of life that all of face, but experience; and handle,in different ways. The pressure from something can be so much it can cause something thought as strong to break due to its inflated ego of being invincible, but the right amount of pressure on something weak can cause it to find just enough strength to withstand the pressure and overcome.