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Let's Not Kid Ourselves...
Life Is As Short As The Time We Waste
Created on 2005-07-08 01:00:17 (#7665604), last updated 2009-10-25
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Basic Info| Name: | missingthought |
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| Location: | Tacoma, Washington, United States |
| Website: | My Audioscrobbler (Songs I listen to...) |
BioRead it and be surprised at how people still think.
I want to be a part of something bigger than me. Bigger than life.
Help.
Sometimes I don't like people. They can be arrogant, cold, retarded, heartless beings. Other times they can be beautiful, graceful, lovable beings.
Girls are teases.
Sincerity is just a theme; a phase that seemingly nobody has bought into but present the most efficient method of getting through life. I look around and see all of the people too cool, too funny, or too badass to feel. This is where sincerity is lost, although you can't lose what you haven't found.
Perspective. When the right, necessary dose of perspective hits you, it hits you HARD, and you feel it. I envy the people that don't have to walk the 40 mile stretch of hot coals called "Growing Up" I have, and many others have, including a good guy that deserves the drastic opposite. You know what, scratch that. These years of pain- the suffering we live through are the most important days in our life, because they make us who we are. And as we blossom into the people we laid in bed dreaming about becoming, we'll be that much stronger because of the blisters that grew on our feet, the butter knife forever grinding against our hearts, the triggering flashbacks of the glory days, oh so sweet were those glory days. Watching this happen to someone else reminds me of when it happened to me, and God, I don't think I could do it again, to be quite honest. I'm grateful for the person I am, the person I've become, but I would do so many things to change the reasons why I became who I am. I want another plan to growing up. I want to rewind and get a new life prescription. But that's okay. Trust me, it's okay.
We'll look at the dirty, beaten up face of reality, and then we'll look at our lives with the rarest and most valuable element we can get our little hands on- Perspective. And with that perspective, we are all the better for it, no matter how much it hurts. That doesn't go away. But neither do the memories.
What I've learned in the past few weeks, and even months for that matter, is that you cannot lose what you never had and all the while you can lose what's most important to you.
It's not over til it's over.
I feel like our eyes are made of of what we see with them. Whether it's in our minds or right in front of us. Altered by the subconcious.
I am a massive procrastinator. I don't feel like this description will do any kind of justice to anything, so I guess I'm telling you that there's nothing special about me. I can't play the piano with my toes, I can't say the alphabet backwards, I can't heal Africa, and I can't talk a man off of a ledge. I can't solve a rubik's cube, I can't run a mile in 8 minutes, I can't find the right words to say, I can't erase oppression and ghettos, and I can't be relied on for things that count.
But, at least I can sleep at night knowing I try.
I'd like to meet the homeless, the oppressed, melodramatics and straight-shooters. People that keep their word like a bible and people who aren't afraid to admit how scared they are
I want to be a part of something bigger than me. Bigger than life.
Help.
Sometimes I don't like people. They can be arrogant, cold, retarded, heartless beings. Other times they can be beautiful, graceful, lovable beings.
Girls are teases.
Sincerity is just a theme; a phase that seemingly nobody has bought into but present the most efficient method of getting through life. I look around and see all of the people too cool, too funny, or too badass to feel. This is where sincerity is lost, although you can't lose what you haven't found.
Perspective. When the right, necessary dose of perspective hits you, it hits you HARD, and you feel it. I envy the people that don't have to walk the 40 mile stretch of hot coals called "Growing Up" I have, and many others have, including a good guy that deserves the drastic opposite. You know what, scratch that. These years of pain- the suffering we live through are the most important days in our life, because they make us who we are. And as we blossom into the people we laid in bed dreaming about becoming, we'll be that much stronger because of the blisters that grew on our feet, the butter knife forever grinding against our hearts, the triggering flashbacks of the glory days, oh so sweet were those glory days. Watching this happen to someone else reminds me of when it happened to me, and God, I don't think I could do it again, to be quite honest. I'm grateful for the person I am, the person I've become, but I would do so many things to change the reasons why I became who I am. I want another plan to growing up. I want to rewind and get a new life prescription. But that's okay. Trust me, it's okay.
We'll look at the dirty, beaten up face of reality, and then we'll look at our lives with the rarest and most valuable element we can get our little hands on- Perspective. And with that perspective, we are all the better for it, no matter how much it hurts. That doesn't go away. But neither do the memories.
What I've learned in the past few weeks, and even months for that matter, is that you cannot lose what you never had and all the while you can lose what's most important to you.
It's not over til it's over.
I feel like our eyes are made of of what we see with them. Whether it's in our minds or right in front of us. Altered by the subconcious.
I am a massive procrastinator. I don't feel like this description will do any kind of justice to anything, so I guess I'm telling you that there's nothing special about me. I can't play the piano with my toes, I can't say the alphabet backwards, I can't heal Africa, and I can't talk a man off of a ledge. I can't solve a rubik's cube, I can't run a mile in 8 minutes, I can't find the right words to say, I can't erase oppression and ghettos, and I can't be relied on for things that count.
But, at least I can sleep at night knowing I try.
I'd like to meet the homeless, the oppressed, melodramatics and straight-shooters. People that keep their word like a bible and people who aren't afraid to admit how scared they are
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