always forget how strange it is just to be alive at all
My mother has always maintained that life is not happy. She says that life is hard, life is long, and life can be sad, but life is not happy. Life, she says, is a bunch of short bursts of happiness. It is not meant to be easy, but it is those short bursts we have to look for and enjoy.
For as long as I can remember, I have fought to disprove this. I lead a life in which I completely try to avoid change as much as possible. I have lived in the same house, gone to the same schools, and had the same friends my entire life. Nothing ever really changes.
The problem with my mother's philosophy, in my eyes, is that I want to believe happiness is found in other people. And I want to believe that we can be happy and have those same people in our lives for a long time. A longer time than it would to experience just a few short bursts of happiness together.
I hate change. I hate sadness. And I hate that things can't stay the way I want them to.
For as long as I can remember, I have fought to disprove this. I lead a life in which I completely try to avoid change as much as possible. I have lived in the same house, gone to the same schools, and had the same friends my entire life. Nothing ever really changes.
The problem with my mother's philosophy, in my eyes, is that I want to believe happiness is found in other people. And I want to believe that we can be happy and have those same people in our lives for a long time. A longer time than it would to experience just a few short bursts of happiness together.
I hate change. I hate sadness. And I hate that things can't stay the way I want them to.