
So, here's a question for you. What keeps us all in turn; going on every day to work for the ultimate reward - Death? It kinda makes me think, in the end we all die, so why not just run away and do everything I possibly can that I would perceive to be "fun"? Everything I want (or I think I want) could never be obtained, but I can try and enjoy as much of this life as I can. And I think the only thing that makes me happy right now is just being alone, much like I've been for the entirety of my life. Never having another to love and experience life with. All I have is my friends, and in reality I don't know if I really have them anymore. Seems like when I get to the happiest part in a friendship the other person(s) always move away. I know that time is going to change people, set them on their own course, and apparently the course it has chosen for everyone I know has been the opposite way it sent me. I guess when it comes down to it, I really miss everything I once had. All the friends and memories that have come and gone, that is something that I will never be able to forget. I think what makes it harder is the fact that I've had such good memories, even the good memories we make today don't seem as astonishing as they should.
I sometimes wonder, how many people would like to go back and re-live all the moments they had in their past? Good and bad alike, I have always wished I would be able to go back at any given point in time, and just re-live everything I've done. I love to observe the way time changes people, really watch to see how everything plays its' course. Looking back on everything now, it's like I could write a book the way everything fell into place. It may have not been how I had hoped it to be, or how I thought it to be, but it was just like clockwork. Reviewing some of the friends in my past, I find myself trying to grasp memories of friends that have moved away ages ago; friends that I've not spoken to in forever. It's like we were joined at the hip one day, then the next there were no where to be found. I don't know why things happen like they do, but all I can do is my best to watch how the intricate game of life moves on to the next stage. What will become of us my friends?
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