Emotionless

There comes a time in life when you feel tired of running after things, when you feel that you have done everything you could to achieve what you wanted, whether you got it or not doesn't bother you. Suddenly life becomes a blank slate. A passionless phase, where there is no vigour to achieve anything anymore. Every day becomes a mundane task. Nothing excites you, nothing makes you happy.

And you look back at your life as if this was your dying phase and see that it wasn't remarkable anyway. Materialistic things don't matter anymore...you only look back to see who you were...were you a good daughter/son, a good sister/brother, a good friend, a good wife/husband or a good mother/father? Yet you find no substantial answer for these questions. And your life becomes a question itself. What was so great about it anyway? Was it worthy of anything? In dismay you wander in thoughts for answers. You weren't good enough for anyone anyway.

You hold on to god for salvation...your only hope! You wish to die to end the agony of these haunting questions. You become emotionless...nothing seems to affect you. A void surrounds you...you become immune to the offerings of life and emotions.

Like a broken dead leaf fallen from the tree...with no colour, no life and nothing to hold on to...you wait to be trampled upon or rot till your existence is culminated.