Everyday is a new day. Everyday I have to get up, and get out of bed. I have to make millions of choices. Choices of what things I want to do and what things I don't want to do. I've been thinking lately about a lot of this. About choices. About how some very simple choices can become so fucking hard for others. We make the choice everyday to not kill people. It's obvious. But it's not that obvious for a father whose daughter just got rapped, for the teenager who just lost his best friend to a drive-by. We make the choice to not do drugs. But it's difficult for those who have gotten lost, and felt so alone that they decided one day to get high instead of get help. Because they gave up on health. And that's all they've known for years now. I don't know the stories of others, but I shouldn't have to. I shouldn't judge, and I shouldn't ever disrespect. Those are two big things I've learned while I've been down here. They've been difficult to do, but I know they are right.
On another note, a thought I had last night. I don't think I always want to help people and try to make the world a better place. I think in order for me to find true happiness, I'll need to one day just settle down, and be surrounded by people and things that can make me feel happy, worthwhile, content, and maybe even complete all on their own. This might be a new goal/dream of mine. Not sure where to categorize it yet.
Now back to playing bass and having people to talk to. Still wanting a hug that just takes away the need for words.
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