You’ve often heard people say that they aren’t in charge of their lives, that they are just ‘along for the ride.’
How does it feel, then, to know that you don’t even have that?
When you are not even along for the ride in whatever is happening in your life? You are nothing more than a bystander watching as everything else goes on and everyone else leaves you behind?
How does it feel to be invisible, well and truly invisible, in your own life?
It feels like you are dying, slowly and surely and yet are already dead even though you are still moving and walking and eating and sleeping and doing everything that people do when they are alive and yet you are not actually living because you are not acknowledged at all.
You’re not even really surviving because parts of you are dying every day as life goes on all around you and yet not with you or even within you. To be in this perpetual funk that is truly killing you with each and every passing moment that it stays entrenched within your heart and mind.
Maybe some day that will change and you will live once more.
(I will live once more.)
But you don’t know when or where that will be.
(Or even if it will be.)
Written partially for this week’s Trifecta challenge (http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2014/02/trifecta-week-112.html) and partially because I heard the sentence ‘along for the ride’ and this was what jumped into my head and out of my fingertips.