Tuesday, March 01, 2005

Ya know what? I think that we're crazy. Because we spend our entire lives waiting for some sort of climax that will start at some magical point and extend through the rest of our lives. Some people think it's when you get your driver's license, or graduate highschool. Most of us think it's when we find our true love and get married.

I know I'll never find a climax. I know that the daily struggles I endure--just like everyone else--won't ever end so long as I am alive. I also know that my daily pleasures will never cease. I know that the love I create in my lifetime will always leave an imprint on eternity, and that nothing--not even time itself--can separate me from the connections I've made here.

No, I won't ride off into the sunset with some knight in shining armor and make a perfect life. No, when one story ends, it doesn't mean that I don't have to go through the grueling demands of life any longer. No, nothing will relieve the stress of not knowing what is yet to come. And that is why I have to live every moment like it is my last. Maybe this very moment is the very best one I will ever have, so I should cherish it.

This could be--as low as the odds are, it still could be--the last day I am alive. Wouldn't it be sad if, in the last minute of my life, I was still hoping for something better rather than savoring what was before me, that very instant? That it was wonderful, but I had no idea?

I hope that doesn't happen to me. I hope that doesn't happen to anyone.

Be happy! NOW!

3 Comments:

Blogger Jared said...

I find myself falling into that state of mind much to often. Waiting for something spectacular to happen to me.

I've decided not to let life happen to me, but to embrace my ability to make life happen for me. The good and the bad.

3:33 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I hate it when people say that.

"OMFG, B happi!" with that stupid smile on their faces because they choose to hide behind that very same stupid smile. I have a friend that tries to hide from all her problems with that fucking smile...doesn't work out too well.

I laugh at you when something happens and you have yet, another stupid look on your face, but it's a mixure of pain and "why? how could this happen to me." well, maybe if that fucking smile wasn't so big that it impared your vision you would've seen it coming.

No, I won't be happy, so stop telling me to be.

F.B.

10:04 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

P.S. Because sometimes, there's nothing to be happy about in the real world.

10:06 AM  

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