THE DIARY OF A REGULAR CITIZEN IN THE UNCLE SAM WORLD
Dear Diary,
I woke up weary and breathless in the middle of a panic attack, trapped in the relentless frenzy of life's demands. Time slips through my trembling fingers like a merciless river, and I am desperate to keep pace. The urgency weighs upon my shoulders, a constant reminder of the ticking clock…
Loneliness envelopes me like a suffocating shroud. Surrounded by the hustle and bustle of a bustling world, I remain a solitary figure lost in the crowd. Genuine connections elude me, mere mirages on the distant horizon. My heart aches for companionship, for a soul to understand and embrace me in this frantic existence…
Every morning I wake up with horrendous thoughts, the race is on and I can not even process them. I am sprinting against a never-ending finish line. Each day is a frenetic dance of chasing accomplishments, accumulating possessions, all in the pursuit of some elusive fulfillment. But the void within me deepens, an insatiable hunger that destroys me slowly at my very core. The desperation to find meaning, to grasp hold of purpose consumes my every thought…
Time slips away, an unyielding thief in the night. Fear tightens its grip around my fragile heart as I witness missed opportunities and unrealized dreams fade into the distance. The weight of regrets bears down upon me, a heavy burden that threatens to crush my spirit…
I am drowning in this whirlpool of urgency, yearning for respite, for a moment of reprieve. The world whirls by in a blur, and I am left gasping for breath, yearning for a pause, for connection amidst the chaos…
Grant me solace, dear universe, as I navigate this ceaseless race, help me to find the strength. I need to feel part of something again. Isolation and desperation are leading myself into an urgency change. Let me find a glimmer of peace again.
Natalia Cortes. San Francisco, CA. December 2019