Once and a while, I find a book by Ellen Hopkins or James Patterson that I truely will find myself engrossed in. However, while walking through Barnes And Noble today, I found myself in the abyss of vampire lust and teenage angst young adult novels, I thought to myself why. We spend hours of our life getting ourselves so caught up in these stories. The stories about imaginary friends and mysterious next door neighbors trying to find the purpose of the journey we call life. We get attached to these make believe situations to the point where we laugh, cry, and feel with them. we suffer their pain and take on their problems. However once they have reached their destination we feel their accomplishment. It is like the author has written a mini series in your life.
Here is when I ask Why. I tend to like to question everything. It seems to give everything a little more meaning and validation. Because if you can’t answer the question it is not worth the time.
Everyone has their own issues. Weither you can’t figure out what to wear tonight or if your father is suffering from a brain tumor. We all have our stories. So what is the point in reading about imaginary humans nonexistent lives. are you trying to find answers to solve your own problems, or are you just looking to escape?
Everyone is so worried about making the best of their lives. Theres a saying, Life is short, Seize the day. I agree with Carpe Diem, however the life is short part I’m not to sure about. The life expectancy overall in the United States is 78.3 years.
How the hell is that short?!
I guess if you are comparing it to the billions of years the earth has supposedly been around, yeah it’s pretty short. But the fact that you need to worry about making the best of your life just seems like a waste.
Carpe Diem, Seize the Day. Means to just take it day by day. if you do that, you have about 28, 488 days to laugh, cry, suffer, exceed, party, fuck, fuck up, and well just live.
Isn’t that enough?
People make mistakes, I find that acceptable, no body is perfect. Nobody has anything that is perfect. Not even Hugh Jackman is perfect..=]… So why not let yourself slip.
However, if you are so worried about making the best out of your life. Don’t make the same mistake twice. those mistakes are made to learn from. I feel like the people, or well, to be stereotypical, the loud,drama filled, GTL, hoochies and playas, that say they live for the day, go out get overly intoxicated to the point where they are probably making decisions that one day they are just going to kick themselves for.
That is not enjoying life. Enjoying life does not include regrets. It just doesn’t make sense to me. I feel like thinking before an action is made is not a waste of time. It is the best way of not injuring yourself and the ones around you.
While you get yourself engrossed into the lives of the protagonist ask yourself, why you are reading this. If your looking for your some answers or a guide. put it down. you write your own story, noone eles. So next time you step into a new chapter, Think a little, act, love, cry, fall, but pick yourself right back up. Hopefully you can, at the end of the day say,
”..and I lived happily ever after.”
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Superpost!
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