so bored that i decided to write in lj

[melancholyvag]

i always though life would go and come in transitions, quick frame changes, in a sense i hoped that i would find myself in a place that was somehow easily reached. my school is over and it begins again, a part of my life is indeed over, yet it begins. now i have the chance to be what i always dreamed of, strive for the ever escaping tranquility , when worry is over and problems seemingly glide like raindrops -- peaceful and painlessly off blades of grass. life however can not be painless, with happiness comes problems and with problems comes that illusion of despair; yet those problems strengthen love and that strength is what humanity builds its subtle foundation upon. i wish everyone saw it my why, hoping for things to be perfect doom ones self to unhappiness and they quckly bitter and tart the most minescule problems.
life can be hard, and easy in the same sense. the rich, poor, abused, loved: they all are unhappy in a way. one must chose how they would like to be happy. what they need or would like, how they should grasp at life while it still remains so full and robust, (people never realize this until the rot can be smelled)

the time has come the walrus said to talk of many things
of shoes- and ships- and sealing wax
of cabages and kings
and why the sea is boiling hot
and whether pigs have wings

we love to consume things that don't matter and while distracted we are eaten by society
so blindly are we led.