Hopeless & Helpless

I don't live in poverty. I did not lose a loved one. No one left me. I do not dwell in a place bombarded with guns and tanks. My problem cannot get even with world dilemma, not even half of it. But why do I feel so hopeless and helpless?

I've been feeling a deep sense of sadness within me lately. Things do not fall into place. Every little thing does not compromise on my fundamental plans/preference. It just sucks that what I assiduously plan for would eventually get jeopardized. This frequently happens.

Many priorities are in my bucket; priorities that adjoins snags. I do not know which to pull out first. Time management is not the solution, I tell you. I try to put right amount of time on each priority, but a hindrance always blossoms along the way. Always...

I am a shallow person. Smallest things can curve up my straight face. But right now, I wanna be hugged tightly or be patted. I feel like I am alone despite the company of my family and friends. There are moments where I would go to the comfort  room or bedroom only to silently weep tears of the blues.

I am lost. I do not know where this wheel of fate will take me, where I will land, and how much more I can stand. God sure wants to tell me something which I have yet to learn about. May this misery be worthwhile.