http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sw-ko6aINI4
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All life is really is a chase. A climb. A constant struggle. You start struggling from the very first second you are conceived. "Will you make it?" That's what they ask basically all of your life. You're always chasing something. Rarely do you reach what you chase. Sometimes, though, you do. And when you do, it's wild. For a split second you can stand there in this overwhelming accomplished pride. Then it starts all over again. You'll spend your whole life chasing that moment. You waste 70+ years on a split second.
And they say time is of the essence. Nothing's important when you get the chance to stand on solid ground after treading through sinking sand. Not time. Not anyone's feelings but your own. Selfish? No. Happy.
Be beautiful, be strong, but most importantly, be good people.
-B.
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Monday, July 9, 2012
I'm definitely a big kid now.
I'm stuck. I'm wedged between a rock and an even harder place.
I'm sure we've all been there. We get to make this wonderful decision: Who am I going to make happy? Myself or everyone else?
I mean, I don't know what to do. I guess that's the glory in being human. We have the opportunity to make choices, but we rarely know what to do. Do I want apple pie or peach cobbler? This yellow shirt or this white one? Whatever. It doesn't matter what we choose, we can never choose both. It's always one or the other. Either way, something is always being sacrificed.
I think that's why I'm so indecisive. Decisions for some people are simple. First-nature.
Decisions for people like me? They're virtually impossible. Decisions are horrifying.
Anyways, I've brought myself to this fork in the road where I get to make a choice. I get to decide which road will bring me out a stronger person, a happier person, and back to normal. I'm only in the school I'm in because of my parents. Kids these days don't really know what it's like to be forced into something by their parents. Kids have no regard for their parents wishes for them. To most kids, their parents ideas are just dirt on the bottoms of their shoes. For me, it's totally different. I was raised to fear my parents and all their authority. They decide where I can go, when I can go, who I can go with, and every other minor detail. If I do anything without permission, I'm in more trouble than most other kids would be for doing the same thing. Don't get me wrong, I love my parents. It's just that they're different. I don't have the same freedom most kids nowadays have.
Needless to say, they decided where I'd spend my high-school years at with no regard whatsoever to my feelings. I am honestly miserable at the school I attend. I can't just go to the Principal and be like, "Ayo, get me outta here." If I did, my parents would be livid. Why? Because I don't have the right to make that decision. They do. What they say goes.
That's where I'm stuck. Do I keep wearing myself thin at a place that is aging me prematurely or do I test the limits?
Yeah.
This is the fun part of life.
Be beautiful, be strong, but most importantly, be good people.
-B.
I'm sure we've all been there. We get to make this wonderful decision: Who am I going to make happy? Myself or everyone else?
I mean, I don't know what to do. I guess that's the glory in being human. We have the opportunity to make choices, but we rarely know what to do. Do I want apple pie or peach cobbler? This yellow shirt or this white one? Whatever. It doesn't matter what we choose, we can never choose both. It's always one or the other. Either way, something is always being sacrificed.
I think that's why I'm so indecisive. Decisions for some people are simple. First-nature.
Decisions for people like me? They're virtually impossible. Decisions are horrifying.
Anyways, I've brought myself to this fork in the road where I get to make a choice. I get to decide which road will bring me out a stronger person, a happier person, and back to normal. I'm only in the school I'm in because of my parents. Kids these days don't really know what it's like to be forced into something by their parents. Kids have no regard for their parents wishes for them. To most kids, their parents ideas are just dirt on the bottoms of their shoes. For me, it's totally different. I was raised to fear my parents and all their authority. They decide where I can go, when I can go, who I can go with, and every other minor detail. If I do anything without permission, I'm in more trouble than most other kids would be for doing the same thing. Don't get me wrong, I love my parents. It's just that they're different. I don't have the same freedom most kids nowadays have.
Needless to say, they decided where I'd spend my high-school years at with no regard whatsoever to my feelings. I am honestly miserable at the school I attend. I can't just go to the Principal and be like, "Ayo, get me outta here." If I did, my parents would be livid. Why? Because I don't have the right to make that decision. They do. What they say goes.
That's where I'm stuck. Do I keep wearing myself thin at a place that is aging me prematurely or do I test the limits?
Yeah.
This is the fun part of life.
Be beautiful, be strong, but most importantly, be good people.
-B.
Thursday, May 31, 2012
What am I doing?
When it comes to the future, everyone has a different idea as to how it is supposed to transpire. Is it something you're supposed to decide for yourself or is it a conditioned belief? Quite frankly, I have no clue what to think about it. My parents have told me how crucial it is to constantly be planning ahead because "every decision affects the rest of your life". The teachers I sit under tell me to take advantage of the time I have now to be a teenager. Is it a difference in political views? I just want the future to come easy and leave fast. The future has too much involved for me to figure out. Most importantly, though, is what am I going to spend the rest of my life doing?
Pick a job you love. Pick one that pays good. Make sure it isn't too demanding. Don't be a slacker. Choose a respectable career. Oh, and this is most important, choose a career you don't mind waking up and doing every day.
Cool, right? Because I guarentee there isn't one job I'd want to wake up every day and do.
I'm sixteen. I have 360 days left of my entire school career, and I have no clue what I'm doing afterward.
Is there any way I can buy more time? Let me know.
Be beautiful. Be strong. And most importantly, be good people.
-B.
Pick a job you love. Pick one that pays good. Make sure it isn't too demanding. Don't be a slacker. Choose a respectable career. Oh, and this is most important, choose a career you don't mind waking up and doing every day.
Cool, right? Because I guarentee there isn't one job I'd want to wake up every day and do.
I'm sixteen. I have 360 days left of my entire school career, and I have no clue what I'm doing afterward.
Is there any way I can buy more time? Let me know.
Be beautiful. Be strong. And most importantly, be good people.
-B.
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