Even the most beautiful crystal shard formation of snowflakes are destined to be broken into pieces and shattered out of existence, reaching their melting point from the sun's heat which devours them or / from the seasonal change. Nothing lasts forever. Beauty is temporary. Everything is doomed - slowly but surely.
The plans you make today about tomorrow, be sure you are never going to witness that happiness. Each human being's existence is a desperation. Each bound and unique by their own. Every day you are defeated. Every day is a fucking loss. Every day is your fucking loss. Every day is a fucking defeat. Every day, you are defeated.
Your goals are fantasies beyond your achievement. Every day is a life spent in prison. Another day to be hurt. Every day is a false hope, a fake promise of the things that cannot be renewed, salvaged or brought back. Every day is a reminisce of the days spent, of a life lost. Faith renewed and the faith lost.
The various mistakes of a Past that cannot be brought back, that can never be brought back and the inevitable hopelessness and the resulting lust for fantasizing suicide, 'cause I know that I won't really contemplate it. This life is just too sacred to take such thoughts seriously or to attempt to take one's own life.
Every day is an attempt for a remedy or an antidote to the things that we really want to avoid in the day to day struggle of life rather than going for the things we really wish for, the things we really want or hope for. Hope is a beggar. The feeling of hope can only give us hopelessness. For hope is, not really hope at all. Hope is only a beggar that it is.
For your ever present reality in life, your ever present journey in life, is only deathbound. Life is a never ending struggle to become what you could never really become. To attain to your nothingness. To retain your status of nobody or just 'a face in the crowd'.
The desperation people, the world, can mock at or laugh at. Or you are all the unpleasantness that there is, that is best left ignored. Things like that. Every day death. A minor one. A minor death. Because thou shall not die, but die a thousand deaths, until you die One...