Stuck in a field
As of lately I feel like I have more than one choice in the kind of life I could live, or continue living. I have a potential option, one that is both golden and rare. I could be diving into a Modeling career..and who knows where that can take you. Fancy clothes, magazines, living the high life. Or, I can stay in the hole that I am currently in, which includes verbal abuse, loneliness, and a tiny hint of dying just a tad every day. I have a feeling though, that I will be forced into one particular choice and be stuck with it forever and ever and ever. And that kinda sucks, because it's the bad one.
I'm one of those "what if" sort of thinkers. What if life was different, what if I was someone else, what if I got the amazing opportunities some lucky people get. What-if'ing is a waste of time, I'm starting to realize. It's like this. You're standing in a field..it's dark..and it's raining, and all the plants are dead, and basically it's miserable out there. But there is this big huge cement wall a few feet infront of you, and you KNOW that on the other side of that wall, it's beautiful. The flowers are in bloom, it's sunny, people are happy, and it's amazing. You could be on the other side of that wall, you could fit in perfectly...but you can't get there. You can't climb that wall. No matter how many people you can hear cheering you on, there is no possible way you're going to hop over that thing.
Oi. I feel like poo. I hope everyone have a better Valentine's than me.
I'm one of those "what if" sort of thinkers. What if life was different, what if I was someone else, what if I got the amazing opportunities some lucky people get. What-if'ing is a waste of time, I'm starting to realize. It's like this. You're standing in a field..it's dark..and it's raining, and all the plants are dead, and basically it's miserable out there. But there is this big huge cement wall a few feet infront of you, and you KNOW that on the other side of that wall, it's beautiful. The flowers are in bloom, it's sunny, people are happy, and it's amazing. You could be on the other side of that wall, you could fit in perfectly...but you can't get there. You can't climb that wall. No matter how many people you can hear cheering you on, there is no possible way you're going to hop over that thing.
Oi. I feel like poo. I hope everyone have a better Valentine's than me.