As children, we are raised with the mindset that everything will be okay. You can choose to be whatever you want and be as successful as you want. Nothing can harm you.
As we grow older, we are soon exposed to all the flaws. Not just your own, but those of all around you. You soon see that you can't stop anything. You can't stop crime, you can't stop love, you can't stop death and most importantly you can't stop time.
Dreams of becoming what you want seem so out of reach, you start wondering if it all really is worth it. Is it worth spending each breathing day, witnessing everything being taken away from you day by day? Spending everyday knowing you're just one day closer to loosing everyone you know and yourself. Is it worth it to just stay and let this all envelope you?
As humans we like to reflect on our emotions. We often follow our hearts rather than our heads, but a wise person once told me our hearts only take longer to realize what the brain has been saying this entire time. It wasn't until now did I realize he was right. Nothing works out how you plan it to, and there's nothing you can do about it. We always are told to stay fighting but when it comes down to it, how strong are we really?
One day you are born, simply to die. Is all the emotions held between worth it? Are all the people you meet in between worth it?
By writing this book, or what this barely was of a book, I hope to open you to discover some of the answers. The real world seems to be our biggest enemies and I hate that. I want love and peace but there is no such thing. What's really worth it and what's not? That's up to you.
As seen through out this book, I hate commitment. I can't stick to one thing, one person, one idea. But I completed this book, it isn't something I threw aside. And I am proud, I found something I stuck to, even though this book is as broad as it can be. I worked through it, I found something that fit me.
Nothing is ever okay, and you just have to work around that. That's all there is to it.
Hopefully somehow, my words took a turn in you. But I would just like to say, thank you for being here till the end :)
I appreciate you.
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sober thoughts
Poesiavolume i "she wrote it down, she kept record of them all. words expressing past emotions, details of what transpired with who, what and where. she might call it poetry or perhaps a diary but all I saw was a paper filled with words written in denial...
