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Many times throughout my life, I imagine this road, this journey I’m on, this road that is supposed to take me to the very end. And on it, there are people walking beside me. It’s been a long tiring but unbelievable journey. Not that I’m nearing the end. I have a long way to go, unless I get hit by a bus or something. The sun hasn’t risen and it won’t be for a long time.
Anyway on this road, it represents a metaphor for the good and bad times I’ve been through. The hard life and the fun stuff. The rocky bumps, the holes in the road, the cracks along the bitumen represent the bad times. The good times-well, they’re the opposite of course. The smooth concrete, no obstacles in the way and most of all, the people whom I’m walking with right now.
It sounds incredibly lame, I know. It sounds like I’m stealing another person’s words and twisting them. It sounds like it doesn’t come from my own heart or anything. But I’m good at expressing myself, I express better on paper than in real life, but I don’t know, it depends. It’s true though. Everyone has their own view of what their mates mean to them, and I just have mine. I don’t think about it, I never have thought about it. But it’s a good way to describe what my friends mean to me.
I’m only young and I know I have a long way to go but I reckon I’ve been privileged with the opportunity to meet quite a few great people, and I got to know them, albeit only for a short time or according to different circumstances. Sometimes I wish I got to know people, my mates, more but I figure I have plenty of time for that. I love people, really. They’re so interesting, they’ve got their own life, they have history and when I see one walking when I’m driving or anything, I sometimes wonder about that person, what is his name and stuff like that, and maybe in another life, I would’ve gotten to know that person and be friends with them even, they could be great people and I could learn a lot from them. I’m like that, I’m a very philosophical kind of person.
Anyway on this road, it represents a metaphor for the good and bad times I’ve been through. The hard life and the fun stuff. The rocky bumps, the holes in the road, the cracks along the bitumen represent the bad times. The good times-well, they’re the opposite of course. The smooth concrete, no obstacles in the way and most of all, the people whom I’m walking with right now.
It sounds incredibly lame, I know. It sounds like I’m stealing another person’s words and twisting them. It sounds like it doesn’t come from my own heart or anything. But I’m good at expressing myself, I express better on paper than in real life, but I don’t know, it depends. It’s true though. Everyone has their own view of what their mates mean to them, and I just have mine. I don’t think about it, I never have thought about it. But it’s a good way to describe what my friends mean to me.
I’m only young and I know I have a long way to go but I reckon I’ve been privileged with the opportunity to meet quite a few great people, and I got to know them, albeit only for a short time or according to different circumstances. Sometimes I wish I got to know people, my mates, more but I figure I have plenty of time for that. I love people, really. They’re so interesting, they’ve got their own life, they have history and when I see one walking when I’m driving or anything, I sometimes wonder about that person, what is his name and stuff like that, and maybe in another life, I would’ve gotten to know that person and be friends with them even, they could be great people and I could learn a lot from them. I’m like that, I’m a very philosophical kind of person.