It's weird. You can be so proud of how you've overcome things in your life, then you look around, and so many people are much better off. They are either prettier, have better social skills, better grades, better relationship skills, or have more fun in life. Yet, you're still proud you over came the bad in your life, and you hope that maybe...just maybe...you'll be able to overcome the hormone-filled high school years that manage to bring everyone down at some point in life.... just maybe.
I mean, life isn't about how many people you leave the world knowing, but how many lives you change on the way out, right? It's about all the smiles you know you've shared with a broken, beaten soul, and about all the laughs that you've spread through a crowd of those who can barely contain screams. Isn't life about the people who you leave behind, and knowing that you regret nothing? Why would you want to leave this world, and know that you would want to change some part of it. If you were just going to wish for it to change, then why would you waste your time doing it? I heard before, "It's better to regret something you have done, than something you haven't done." But I disagree. It's better to go out swinging, knowing that you did what you wanted to do, and that you faced the consequences for your screw ups.
If I could pick two songs that I want to live my life by, one would be Party Hard by Andrew W.K.. It's a song about turning life into a party. And that's what people need to do. Don't wallow in the pity and disgrace that you may feel over one thing you come across in life, but celebrate what you have, and what you are. Be grateful that you've loved, even if you lost. Be happy that you held something close, even if you lost it. Because it means that you're still alive, and that you're still capable of happiness. In a show I've seen, the main character says "We'll miss you when you're gone. We'll cry over you after you die, and hold your memory close when you are no longer with us, but at least you're still ALIVE." And we are all still alive, aren't we? We are all still breathing if you are looking at a computer.
So why do we waste out time complaining about the bad in life, when we have it pretty good. Why do we point out the flaws in nature, when in fact we are flawed ourselves. And why do we fight when there is nothing to fight over anymore. History only repeats itself, because we are too caught up in expansion, and aggression and "change" that we neglect all of those around us, or try to push our beliefs on others. Of course things in life get depressing and can weigh us down, but at least you have a belly that is full, and hair that is clean. At least you have a bed that isn't infected with bugs, and doctors to care for you. At least your life is good enough that you don't have to beg on the street to people just as poor as you are.
We all have parents, or loved ones that are still alive to take care of us, and if you don't, you have others willing to provide. So why must you always chastise parents and authority figures? People are as wiling to insult someone who tries to help them, as their are willing to insult a stranger. Friends and family aren't meant to harm. They try to hold and protect. Unfortunately, the whole world suffers from Munchhausen Syndrome at some point. We create a personality who has been brutally beaten by a overbearing world and society. Maybe, if we were to open our eyes and look around with a neutral mind and calm, sane body, we could see the good in people, and the happiness that we can be filled with.
I'm often mocked for how I look at the world. I will forever see it as a place of joy and serenity even when the tornadoes strike neighborhoods, and when the tsunamis sweep over islands. I will always see a smiling face on a person who always bears a scowl. Even if you lie to me, even if you kick me down, I'll always get back up willing to speak of how good of a person you are, and that you care about the world. We all have bad days, we all get knocked over and we all need help getting back up. Some days, it takes a stranger. Others, a best friend. But most of the time, it takes someone who isn't afraid to look you in the eye, and tell you exactly what you did wrong. It takes someone who can still love a murderer, and someone who'll try to heal someone beaten up with hate. Those people hide away, and they are shamed and laughed into dark rooms of their minds. Unfortunately some don't make it out. The ones that do, go on to help anyone who needs it. They've gotten stronger than the fiercest storm.
So you can be proud of what you've overcome. No matter the dress, personality, or situation of the people around you. You're life is yours. No one can take it away. Not teachers, not parents, not even the latest boyfriend/girlfriend you've fallen "in love" with. You can't live regretting your own life, because you though someone else had one better. It'll eat you up, and you'll die inside before you ever make it to a grave. Look your life in the face, and see what you need to change, or see the person you actually are. Remember. No regrets. What's your life motto going to be, and how do you plan to carry it out?
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