Not. Worth. It.
How many nights have you gone to bed, with tears streaming from your eyes, mouthing the three words? Not. Worth. It.
How many times have you wondered what went wrong before you convinced yourself that it’s Not Worth It?
Just how many attempts have you made to find something redeemable till you finally convince yourself that it’s Not Worth It?
Welcome to the era of Not Worth It, where every lie, every story, every moment, every memory ends with these three simple, seemingly futile yet powerful words. I wondered when did ‘Not worth it’ become the conclusion to every problem, the solution to every question.
Not Worth It is the panacea.
Where everyone wants to board the train to carefreeness, Not Worth It is the ticket.
Where everyone wants to rid themselves of a sin, Not Worth It is the Holy Ganga.
Where everyone is on a boat floating over issues and pain, Not Worth It is the oar that will get you across.
Welcome, one and all, to the Land of Not Worth It.
The dreamy land of happiness, carefree banter.
Where the seas sing the song of moving on.
Where the dunes of your past disappear with the winds of the desert,
Where the sun of misery is always hidden by the clouds of pretense,
Where the sand represents the amount of times everyone uses that phrase to shun their problems,
Where the wind whispers those words in your ear,
Where the glaciers feed the oceans of ignorance.
If you wonder what’s wrong with me? It’s not worth it.