Never enough #flashfiction

It’s never enough.

Everything lies within my grasp- acclaim, fame, name. But I am not satisifed. I know there is more to this life- more than just social updates, wines over dinner, clucks of sympathy and mysterious calamities.

And I see no end to it- this divisiveness created by being online, when something meant to connect always leaves us feeling inadequate.

Pam’s new hair colour,  the smell of fresh polish on Amy’s fake nails, Hope’s dazzling new Gucci bag-I can’t take it anymore.

What do I have to flaunt in this cultural wasteland?

Nothing.

My words aren’t enough to capture the ache in my soul or to fashion the pain in my heart into a fabulous piece of art. A poet. Am I even that? Nothing published. Not anywhere. Nobody reads what I say. 

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 Sitting here, by the garden of sorrows, I watch as the flowers bloom, some more in tune with Nature than others. Many of them struggle to survive the onslaught of rain, hail and sleet. A  few give up, quietly, without a struggle.

For an infinite second that stretches into forever, I contemplate it too.Giving up. Today, this instant, I could choose to end it all. No family to mourn me, no friends to grieve me and no love to visit my grave, year after year. Like the flowers that turn to dust and blend with the call of the earth’s bosom, my body will find a willing lake that welcomes me with open arms.

With it, I know that Life can end and so will this pain. Will I though?

Nadia paused in her writing to look out the window of her dingy, one-bedroom home and sighed at the irony. The least she could have was a real field with real flowers. The clock chimed, reminding her of her tryst with the publisher, so she hunched her shoulders down into the writer’s stance and continued to pour her soul onto paper.

 

 

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22 thoughts on “Never enough #flashfiction

  1. “Never Enough ” It is human tendency to be dissatisfied with everything. The struggle of every person, their fear of being inadequate, lost, lonely and unsuccessful expressed so well. As long as we pull ourselves back up right.

  2. Good one. They say, writing fiction is the act of weaving a series of lies to arrive at a greater truth.

  3. Good one.. I just read Pixie’s post and was wondering, gosh – is this also carrying the same emotions?
    Those flowers are such a great motivation, isn’t it?

  4. “I see no end to it- this divisiveness created by being online, when something meant to connect always leaves us feeling inadequate” – This line really spoke to me !
    I also loved the comparison of flowers with people. Beautifully done !

  5. Like Elly, even I thought you were writing about yourself! But when I read this part -“Today, this instant, I could choose to end it all. No family to mourn me, no friends to grieve me and no love to visit my grave, year after year.” I figured out it was not about you. After all, even if these people were to be missing, we, the blogger family would still keep you in our hearts! 🙂 <3

    The comparison of the flowers in the garden with the people in life is too good! Loved it! 😀

  6. Hmm. I feel the emotions, really. And the irony. We write on what is not near, or only in our imagination, but feel it is real. Maybe it is, sort of. What she’s pouring onto paper is very moving, that’s for sure.

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