A Road Paved With Contradictions
I heard this old story before.
I am so confident that whatever I write here won't be understood, so why bother? I know that I am right in what I do and I know that I am wrong but what's it matter if I can tell myself otherwise? My actions echo louder than what I dare to admit but I continue to live by a set of ideals that may be a little too outdated. Don't worry about the things that happen the most important thing is that you stay true to yourself - that, however, is a task that I dare say not many can confidently say they do. You know, it's easy to sit, analyze, ponder and stress over the way that things go but sometimes it is just best to let go and let life take its course; let the chips fall where they may. You can only do so much about things and accepting this can save a lot of time that would be spent agonizing otherwise.
I think that I may be cursed to this fate of a rollercoaster ride with anyone and everyone that I truly care for. It is a hard truth but one that is not necessarely so; there must be a balance somewhere to the power we have over our lives and where fate comes in, right? Fate. Hm, what an interesting idea. Destiny. Even more so. The idea that something is simply meant to be and there is nothing that can be done. What an idea. I guess it is another easy way to rationalize things that simply hurt too much to handle otherwise - hey, there's religion.
I am not entirely sure if I am making much sense right now, but that's alright; I think this is one of those times when I just have to sit down and write what I think and just pour it out onto the screen and it really doesn't matter how much sense it makes because it is the way that my brain is rolling. I am upset, I am hurt, I am happy, I am not, I am everything that I don't want to be and too much of what I want to be. It is such a fucking predicament to live by what you are and not what you want, it is such a fucking predicament to let the moments combust and just never, never, know.
Life is beautiful, life is unfair, life is something that we must cherish or else we're up for a boring ride.
It does seem the same, doesn't it? Fuck it, you know. My morals and my desire to make everyone happy often end up making no one happy. It is quite ironic, like everything around me. Don't smirk, don't frown, don't pretend what you know is not in your heart. I don't understand why it is so hard but the public reality is the easiest one to like.
You hardly even notice, indeed.
THe EnD.
I am so confident that whatever I write here won't be understood, so why bother? I know that I am right in what I do and I know that I am wrong but what's it matter if I can tell myself otherwise? My actions echo louder than what I dare to admit but I continue to live by a set of ideals that may be a little too outdated. Don't worry about the things that happen the most important thing is that you stay true to yourself - that, however, is a task that I dare say not many can confidently say they do. You know, it's easy to sit, analyze, ponder and stress over the way that things go but sometimes it is just best to let go and let life take its course; let the chips fall where they may. You can only do so much about things and accepting this can save a lot of time that would be spent agonizing otherwise.
I think that I may be cursed to this fate of a rollercoaster ride with anyone and everyone that I truly care for. It is a hard truth but one that is not necessarely so; there must be a balance somewhere to the power we have over our lives and where fate comes in, right? Fate. Hm, what an interesting idea. Destiny. Even more so. The idea that something is simply meant to be and there is nothing that can be done. What an idea. I guess it is another easy way to rationalize things that simply hurt too much to handle otherwise - hey, there's religion.
I am not entirely sure if I am making much sense right now, but that's alright; I think this is one of those times when I just have to sit down and write what I think and just pour it out onto the screen and it really doesn't matter how much sense it makes because it is the way that my brain is rolling. I am upset, I am hurt, I am happy, I am not, I am everything that I don't want to be and too much of what I want to be. It is such a fucking predicament to live by what you are and not what you want, it is such a fucking predicament to let the moments combust and just never, never, know.
Life is beautiful, life is unfair, life is something that we must cherish or else we're up for a boring ride.
It does seem the same, doesn't it? Fuck it, you know. My morals and my desire to make everyone happy often end up making no one happy. It is quite ironic, like everything around me. Don't smirk, don't frown, don't pretend what you know is not in your heart. I don't understand why it is so hard but the public reality is the easiest one to like.
You hardly even notice, indeed.
THe EnD.