Ode of death to the paradise cycle
So, like... everybody needs to bow down to my motherfucking icon.
Excuse the vulgarity. I've been making efforts to tone it down all year, so I suppose all that pent-up verbal frustration just exploded in that little sentence.
Summer's been real good to me. It's just been a constant mix of farewell all-nighters, birthdays, meeting even more people, and whatever other excuse we have to celebrate. Celebrating life, liberty, and the glorious revolution of the paradise cycle.
See? I restrained myself from cussing.
Point being.. this isn't the end of childhood, or summer (metaphorically speaking), or pure happiness.. and I guess that's just how I see life in general. Not one big, fat, oppressive, depressing, overrated, @#@&^ing cycle. I could say it's more like a series of little cycles.. which is just another pointless analogy, another little pattern we try to mold our whole lives into. It just is. It's oval at times. It's got some pointy edges.
You can't teach life.. and there is no antonym for life.
I think it's more appropriate to say that death is the antonym of birth.
And I want to say there are so many moments that are worth mentionning about this summer.. that I should write down for myself more.. like looking back at pictures from the 4th of July.. and ganging up against our parents with my cousin.. and making a complete idiot of myself, oh so many times. But just being myself.. just feeling this sense of inner peace that Siddartha would describe as Ohm.
Laughing evilly within myself, knowing that I am annoying the heck out of a lot of people by throwing around Honors English references.
Just keep on rowing on that ever-changing river of life.
Excuse the vulgarity. I've been making efforts to tone it down all year, so I suppose all that pent-up verbal frustration just exploded in that little sentence.
Summer's been real good to me. It's just been a constant mix of farewell all-nighters, birthdays, meeting even more people, and whatever other excuse we have to celebrate. Celebrating life, liberty, and the glorious revolution of the paradise cycle.
See? I restrained myself from cussing.
Point being.. this isn't the end of childhood, or summer (metaphorically speaking), or pure happiness.. and I guess that's just how I see life in general. Not one big, fat, oppressive, depressing, overrated, @#@&^ing cycle. I could say it's more like a series of little cycles.. which is just another pointless analogy, another little pattern we try to mold our whole lives into. It just is. It's oval at times. It's got some pointy edges.
You can't teach life.. and there is no antonym for life.
I think it's more appropriate to say that death is the antonym of birth.
And I want to say there are so many moments that are worth mentionning about this summer.. that I should write down for myself more.. like looking back at pictures from the 4th of July.. and ganging up against our parents with my cousin.. and making a complete idiot of myself, oh so many times. But just being myself.. just feeling this sense of inner peace that Siddartha would describe as Ohm.
Laughing evilly within myself, knowing that I am annoying the heck out of a lot of people by throwing around Honors English references.
Just keep on rowing on that ever-changing river of life.