Sometimes life can become so hectic
that when it finally slows down, We look around and realize that we
don't recognize our surroundings, and we wonder “ How did I get
here?”. You suddenly realize, You don't know your friends ,much
less that they are even the same friends you acquired along the crazy
trip to nowhere. You look inside and realize that you are not the
same person that started trip. You realize that you don't know
yourself. And you become afraid. Your wants are the same. But your
needs have changed. Sometimes you drag other people along just to
find that they themselves might secretly resent you for it. You work
so hard to find something anything to hold on to. Only to see that
there is nothing. Because all at once you know that you are just
plain and utterly alone.
Smells, don't smell the same. Things
don't taste the same, friendships don't feel the same. And most of
all love doesn't seem to be around you. And even if it was, the
question remains “Would love be enough to pull you through your
hard time?” or for those “Is love pulling you through, Is it
guiding you like they say it should?”. Life is such a complicated
and irrational thing. One minute your riding along and everything you
see is perfect. The next minute your looking around and realizing
that this ride is not what you signed up for. Seeing things that you
don't want to see, feeling things you don' t wanna feel. Hearing
things that just don't seem right. And the while your asking yourself
“How did I get here? Am I strong enough for this?”
Life is never as clear cut as we would
like it. But through dark there is always light. Sometimes it's just
getting to that light that kills us. The thing is some people walk
around with a storm cloud over their head. But, sooner or later the
storm has to pass. Its just getting to the point were the wind is
strong enough to blow it away, or the light is bright enough for you
to see it and feel its promising hope. Things have to get better. Its
the way things work.
You can't walk around in all
depression all the time. More then all the time, at some point that
depression lifts. And if you refuse to let it go, you will explode.
The explosion is worse then just letting all fall into place. It may
seem easier but its not. More then half the time you will scare
people with your anger. Your anger, that your trying to focus at the
world. Somehow seems to get caught around someone else instead of at
life or at the world itself.
Life isn't black and white. Life is
the rough with the smooth. The bumps with the new road. The heartache
with the smiles. The rain with the clouds. Its simply life, and we
don't have a choice of whether or not we want to live it. Only how we
live it. Turn your back on love and with that you give up that love
that could have been more powerful then anything. Stop smiling and
all you have is tears. If you stop crying all you have is
heartache,which in theory sometimes turns into smiles. Live how you
want, Remember we don't get the choice to take the ride,only how
pleasant the ride is.
