Let live. Would you?

It's been long, since the last time I poured my heart out through this blog of mine. In the meantime, several new things came along the way, some I liked, others I rejected with utter disapproval, though it didn't change the way others look at it or let me rephrase it: It did change nothing.

Sometimes, life just seems so dependent on others. When you start judging yourself on the basis of 'what-will-others-think?' , putting them in-charge to determine the worth of the life, you are so-called the owner of, many of your precious moments are rendered for the sake of pleasing those "OTHERS" who, a vast majority of them, are too busy making your life worse to be pleased.
People have mouths. Big ones. Neither do they know an iota about your life, nor they understand a bit of  it, nevertheless, they talk about it, run a search on your life, make the results suit their desire of defaming you, one way or the other, tag you under many false labels,  find a loophole in your personality and there they get moving, making it bigger for others to realize how wrong of a path you are on, making many fingers point at you and follow your trail all life long. In this cacophony, your own voice gets drawn in. Even though, you shout at the top of your lungs, no one seems to hear a thing, like your voice is dissipating into thin air.
Call me nuts. Call me dumb. Well, I guess I'm one, when it comes to understanding what do people get out of poking their nose in someone else's life? What kind of satisfaction comes along with misery, someone else's? I wonder how can they not find better things to do with their time than being concerned about others' life?  Morality asks us to respect diverse opinions, views and beliefs but then why do people run over imposing their values on others?  One can not be judged on the basis of values, which aren't their own.
 Sometimes, I feel like I'm in an endless maze, groping in the dark to find my way out, which doesn't exist. With darkness closing in, I try to tell people who I really am, that I have the right to live my life the way I want it and that they have whatsoever no right to judge me but they just stand there, some laughing, some snickering. Then, hopeless, I turn to faces I recognize and love the most, to see them pointing at me with voices of "We told you, we told you" banging at my ear-drums. My vision starts to blur and my eyes move out of focus. It gets hard to breathe. I hear a thud. It's me hitting the ground. I'm out....