Life In A Daze

hello, who are u

People often say that this person or that person has not yet found himself, but the self is not something one finds, it’s something one creates. So who might I be? I’m not quite sure yet. I’m in a nostalgic state as I watch other become fools in a game where I’m no player. Yeah you go ahead and prove yourself to others, set up that image you want to be but that doesn’t cover up who you really are. I hope you make it to the never ending finish line I’ll be on the sidelines keepin it reeeeaaallll.

“Life is a game, boy. Life is a game that one plays according to the rules.”
“Yes, sir. I know it is. I know it.”
Game, my ass. Some game. If you get on the side where all the hot-shots are, then it’s a game, all right—I’ll admit that. But if you get on the other side, where there aren’t any hot-shots, then what’s a game about it? Nothing. No game.

Fast Times Slow Down

When the sun blinds your eyes or eating ice cream in the middle of the afternoon, those would be considered the best moments. Moments you wish wouldn’t end. But always do. When they come to a close though it’s impossible to think what life will be after. We make preconceptions in our head. Forced change is really the worst but it’s been concluded you have no control over it. Suck it up and move on, float along down a different stream.

I just finished my last day of high school. Scary. What’s next? Whatever I want I suppose. It’s no longer a routine of required structure. I can do so much. In a way it’s weird moving onto the next stepping stone in life to lead you down your own path. There has to be an end to everything that takes part in your life. It’s cool in a way i guess, knowing you have new opportunities to explore. But you can’t rush time. Ending always sucks. The end of a beautiful day, an episode of Tosh.0, that end of a blunt cruise. The end of seeing some awesome people you probably won’t keep in contact with. It almost makes you want to pause time and stay for a little while longer. You can’t do that though. You’ll get bored being in the same place for too long, get sick of it. Brighter days wouldn’t be so great without cloudy weather to break through.

I find it weird looking back and thinking of all the memories that I can still feel. I remember. But that’s far past my time and not possible to go back. Time is wasted too much trying to make something of yourself rather than make yourself worth something. Sometimes I wish time didn’t go by so fast because I want to relive it all. Other times I wish I could fast forward. You have to accept the ticking clock and your growing age. I guess making the most out of life isn’t looking back on the past and trying to relive it all over again. Would it be so great the second time around? But rather live now so you won’t be dwelling on your decision for what could have been. Feel Good. Never Worry, the best is yet to come after the worst gets demolished.

“This time, like all times, is a very good one, if we but know what to do with it”

-Ralph Waldo Emerson