Roil
that's me.
a bundle of very liquid emotion, like a waterballoon with more then just water. a myriad of things, that shift and poke out of the surface, some times more harm then good, more good then evil.
i wonder what it'd be like to live a simple life, as a simple person.
that's the problem i guess. man's nature is to want to jump higher, aim truer, strive better. but where is the end? the grass is always greener, and contentment isn't happiness. maybe the key isn't to be happy. happy means someone can break that happiness, contentment means someone can make you discontent. being fulfilled means someone can always unfill you aye?
but as we all hit 21, it's midnight on our timepiece. the curtains have closed on the matinee, it's a new show now. do we chase alphabet soup, or love, or family, or the everpopular happiness? or we want to be the same, as agar to nourish those that walk behind us? cookiecutter or offcut?
i've never made any secret of wanting a family. or children. i've never been shy about doing things for other people, whether or not they ask/want/need me to. i've been brought up thinkingdreamingknowing that all i need to do is keep my options open, have an open mind, everything just has to be open, and life will be okay. but this concept of open, now that's dangerous. open means you can't block, nothing gets held in, and nothing gets held out. and i wonder, would i want my children have the same. my girl to grow up thinking that all she has to do is accept all that life gives her, my little boy to be open to things on the horizion? i don't know
i weep for those who came before me, i mourn those beside me who're lost on their way, but me, i relegate and delegate beneath essays, exams and opinions which shouldcouldwould be weighter then the pavlova of thoughts in my head.
a bundle of very liquid emotion, like a waterballoon with more then just water. a myriad of things, that shift and poke out of the surface, some times more harm then good, more good then evil.
i wonder what it'd be like to live a simple life, as a simple person.
that's the problem i guess. man's nature is to want to jump higher, aim truer, strive better. but where is the end? the grass is always greener, and contentment isn't happiness. maybe the key isn't to be happy. happy means someone can break that happiness, contentment means someone can make you discontent. being fulfilled means someone can always unfill you aye?
but as we all hit 21, it's midnight on our timepiece. the curtains have closed on the matinee, it's a new show now. do we chase alphabet soup, or love, or family, or the everpopular happiness? or we want to be the same, as agar to nourish those that walk behind us? cookiecutter or offcut?
i've never made any secret of wanting a family. or children. i've never been shy about doing things for other people, whether or not they ask/want/need me to. i've been brought up thinkingdreamingknowing that all i need to do is keep my options open, have an open mind, everything just has to be open, and life will be okay. but this concept of open, now that's dangerous. open means you can't block, nothing gets held in, and nothing gets held out. and i wonder, would i want my children have the same. my girl to grow up thinking that all she has to do is accept all that life gives her, my little boy to be open to things on the horizion? i don't know
i weep for those who came before me, i mourn those beside me who're lost on their way, but me, i relegate and delegate beneath essays, exams and opinions which shouldcouldwould be weighter then the pavlova of thoughts in my head.
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Happiness depends on how you see it and strive to create it. It all depends on one's perspective. Maybe it's time to fight for the things that make you happy, because only you yourself are accountable to your own life.
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