Back seeeeats. Trunk spaaace.
I've been reminiscing a lot lately.
I mean I've looked back a lot on how things have changed and really more than anything how I perceived things then and how I do now. I guess I'm looking back on the people I hung out with. Old best friends. I was thinking about it, and I really didn't have a true best friend until high school. I mean like I had a "best friend" who I hung out with all the time, but I really didn't have anyone I felt like a could tell anything to. I'm not sure whether or not I regret that. I donno.
I'm also looking back on how the people I hang out with have changed and the way I hang out with them. I like hanging out with the people I used to hang out with too; I just hang out with them differently, if that makes any sense. That's not really a bad thing. Nor is the fact that I hang out with different people now a bad thing. The people I used to hang out with all the time are still amazing people that I love dearly, but for whatever we're not like we used to be. And that's an okay thing, because when people grow they grow apart.
It's like a tree. We all come from the same roots, but in the end we all got to branch off and do our own thing. Some of stay on the same limb and remain closer, others choose a different limb and we grow apart.
I've also been thinking a lot lately about how I think a lot. And that, maybe, I think too much. I think really I was just thinking to much about shit I shouldn't really think too much about. I was looking for the meaning of life or something. Really, I think there may not be a meaning to life. I think that might just be a crock of shit. Maybe, life is really just meant to be...lived? And it is what you make of it. If you make it a bitch and then you die, it is one.
If you make it something worth more, well then you might just make a difference.
Isn't it strange that life, and the right to live is something we're willing to die for?
I used to worry about where I would go in life and if there would be anyone to go with me to those places. Now, I realize that there will always be someone there. And even if it's not the same person for a very long time, they'll always be someone. Even when it feels like there's not. I think we all need to stop worrying about what's going to happen in life, because life is going to happen either way and worrying about it isn't going to change a thing.
I donno. I'm rambling.
"All my trials, Lord will soon be over."
I mean I've looked back a lot on how things have changed and really more than anything how I perceived things then and how I do now. I guess I'm looking back on the people I hung out with. Old best friends. I was thinking about it, and I really didn't have a true best friend until high school. I mean like I had a "best friend" who I hung out with all the time, but I really didn't have anyone I felt like a could tell anything to. I'm not sure whether or not I regret that. I donno.
I'm also looking back on how the people I hang out with have changed and the way I hang out with them. I like hanging out with the people I used to hang out with too; I just hang out with them differently, if that makes any sense. That's not really a bad thing. Nor is the fact that I hang out with different people now a bad thing. The people I used to hang out with all the time are still amazing people that I love dearly, but for whatever we're not like we used to be. And that's an okay thing, because when people grow they grow apart.
It's like a tree. We all come from the same roots, but in the end we all got to branch off and do our own thing. Some of stay on the same limb and remain closer, others choose a different limb and we grow apart.
I've also been thinking a lot lately about how I think a lot. And that, maybe, I think too much. I think really I was just thinking to much about shit I shouldn't really think too much about. I was looking for the meaning of life or something. Really, I think there may not be a meaning to life. I think that might just be a crock of shit. Maybe, life is really just meant to be...lived? And it is what you make of it. If you make it a bitch and then you die, it is one.
If you make it something worth more, well then you might just make a difference.
Isn't it strange that life, and the right to live is something we're willing to die for?
I used to worry about where I would go in life and if there would be anyone to go with me to those places. Now, I realize that there will always be someone there. And even if it's not the same person for a very long time, they'll always be someone. Even when it feels like there's not. I think we all need to stop worrying about what's going to happen in life, because life is going to happen either way and worrying about it isn't going to change a thing.
I donno. I'm rambling.
"All my trials, Lord will soon be over."