It wasn't until tonight i noticed the true meaning of life.
You were always told from a young age, follow your hopes and dreams, and love your family and friends and make sure they are first.
I never believed this. I believed I needed to do what made me happy, which is half true, but you need to listen to your friends and family before you do anything.
Tonight I talked with my mother. It was a simple conversation asking whether my boyfriend could come over or not. And it turned into a complete life lesson. It went under the lines of "don't follow in your sisters footsteps" and "you can do what you want because you're your own person". I didn't think much of it. I didn't say much either. But thinking about it now. I need to listen to my mother. She's been in an unhappy marriage for so long, and shes sad. I know she fears a lot. She told me, "Shana please don't grow up so fast. Go hangout with your girlfriends and have a fun time. Its not always about the boyfriends". How am I supposed to react when all of my friends seem to be with their boyfriends all the time, or busy with other things like school? Its hard now of days just to relax and hangout with your close friends. And my mom knows that feeling. She knows how it feels to have no one. In all seriousness. She's the strongest women I know.
My mom has always told me little life tips. About simple little things. Like "Add the water before the oil" "Put salt and baking powder in a warm glass of water and gargle if you have a sore throat" the list could go on. She tries to show all of her kids so much, but its like none of us listen. Or we listen too much. We take it all so to heart. But deep down, we always know she's just trying to look out for us.
So this little rant goes to my mom. I love her more than anything. I love her little life lessons. I love everything about them. Even though I usually end up yelling or causing a fit to her. She knows I can't help it because I get frustrated very easily. She's my hero.
If I could give any advice to anyone. It would be, love your family and friends before the boys (or girls) that come into your life. Those are the ones that will always be there for you.
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Black Eyes And Teenage Suicides
Poeziewhen a boy becomes something more to you than just a boy, things can get messed with your mind. here are my poems of life, mistakes, and a special boy that has helped me to write them all. and maybe a few being lifes way of saying fuck you.
