Live and let live... together!
I just got this ridiculous burst of energy, for no real reason. Ok totally a real reason, but it's late so I'm actually kinda annoyed. Now I have to slow my freaking heart down to go back to sleep.
I love life when the future seems bright! Even the smallest thing can seem good. I have nothing but hope for the future, and the idea that I might someday be as regretful and negative towards the world as my dad is, just hurts me to my core.
How am I supposed to know whether or not the decisions that I'm making right now are going to make me happy in the very distant future? The flip side of this is that I don't want to be so scared that I can't make ANY decisions (another problem that my dad seems to have when it comes to larger cross roads) because then I would be a ball of regreting mush stuck at one point in life. I am realy bothered by this. I hope that because I'm more physically like my mom that I am also more mentally like her. While she's not allways excited about somethings in life, she tends to hold a more positive outlook, something that isn't as soul crushing as the other option. And if that's true, then the outlook could be bad for Gabe.
But it's late and I should sleep. Perhaps writing will be an outlet for these emotions and thoughts, something so I can actually get up when my alarm goes off tomorrow. No more repeats of today needed.
I love life when the future seems bright! Even the smallest thing can seem good. I have nothing but hope for the future, and the idea that I might someday be as regretful and negative towards the world as my dad is, just hurts me to my core.
How am I supposed to know whether or not the decisions that I'm making right now are going to make me happy in the very distant future? The flip side of this is that I don't want to be so scared that I can't make ANY decisions (another problem that my dad seems to have when it comes to larger cross roads) because then I would be a ball of regreting mush stuck at one point in life. I am realy bothered by this. I hope that because I'm more physically like my mom that I am also more mentally like her. While she's not allways excited about somethings in life, she tends to hold a more positive outlook, something that isn't as soul crushing as the other option. And if that's true, then the outlook could be bad for Gabe.
But it's late and I should sleep. Perhaps writing will be an outlet for these emotions and thoughts, something so I can actually get up when my alarm goes off tomorrow. No more repeats of today needed.