The only reason any of it exists, is so that you can have fun while you're here.
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26 comments:
Fun while we are here, indeed. And something to laugh about ever after.
I realize sometimes that I take little things in life for granted.
Little things like a sunny day, or kindness from a stranger. Things that could've never happened in the first place, but because of timing and chance, they did.
And I think that's the best part of it.
the only reason i exist is for nighttime driving moments where you feel the running inside of you, but rather than running away, you're running foward. chasing the future going 55 down an autumn road.
Fun, yes. One day we will have to laugh at ourselves… I'm all about having a good time. I'm grown but still playing hide and seek. When will you come find me? Still waiting quietly. ;-D <3
Fun is all I am ever after. If not allowed to have fun I'd rather die and so you wonder why I lie?
It's a survival instinct.
Oh how I wish the universe would stop reminding me of you, the bittersweet encounter we had and these awkward situations we've been having afterwards. How I wish those bits of pieces of you be removed completely from the synapses of my neurons. Damn it, I'm so willing to move on.
Well they say the polar caps are melting anyway.
Ice can be fun too, on a hot day in the right places.
i completely agree with hopeless romantic
it's the little things :)
It's dark, I'm lost.
Maybe you could make a little more noise, help me figure out how to find you?
Yes!
Namaste
What sort of noise would you like for me to make? I can only conjecture, and I don't want to risk the love we have built so far. I will say for certain that writing is merely an excuse - an attempt to become closer to you. To try and understand how serious your potential intentions actually are. Would you catch me were I to fall?
I already fell. Lead me. <3
Finding you or finding your whole family? Are you all waiting for me to come home? Hahaha....Its so hilarious! You really make me laugh...
This waiting game seems endless...fun or boring? I hate waiting...
We will have more fun... I promise. <3
I couldnt find words that can describe my feelings...its complicated because of you. When would you stop hiding from me, honey? I need to know...<3
It's all too easy to let "having fun" slip my mind, especially now. I can't remember the last time I was excited to get out of bed in the morning because I knew I would spend my time doing something I enjoyed. I can't remember the last time I laughed when it wasn't necessary or talked to someone just because I genuinely wanted to or smiled without an audience.
Once you wrote "I'll be unhappy now because that'll make me happy later... So your happiness will always happen later, never now. Life isn't a story. Life is chaos." And you're right. You're right, you're right, you're right. And I keep telling myself this, but with all these upcoming "big" "important" changes happening it's hard to remind myself that what I want now matters too. How do I take time to breathe when I have my coaches and teammates pushing me for championships and my parents taking every free second to remind me of college apps and scholarships and my family about all the lives we've lost this year and my teachers about finals and homework and all my friends about how much I am changing? How can we make time to teach ourselves how to smile again when everything that's happening in this moment is about not letting everyone else down in the future? If the only reason any of it exists, is so that I can have fun while I'm here, can I just add that to my list of things that I am doing wrong?
When do I get to find my own happiness? Where do I find it?
At first I thought I was looking in all the wrong places, but now I realize that I have just given up on looking completely.
And this could all just be a fragment of our twisted imaginations.
How are you and your wife doing? and the kids?
We shall calm our hearts and melt the ice; then we will plant the seeds of joy and reap a world of fun ;)
I can also only conjecture.
See me here, trolling out these tiny secrets that I don't dare breathe life into much less understand or know what to do with.
These are not my only dreams, but sometimes it seems...
I lose focus, of myself and of this huge world around me.
I know we are all alone. But I keep wanting to touch your hands.
The dream screaming to be pulled into reality.
All this confusion is pulling the veil down on us all instead of drawing it back.
Yes, I said different. How?
There is no confusion here, this whole world needs to be fixed...<3
I could never be an actor. A robot obligated to act in a specific way, with specific person, wearing specific expression. Maybe my resistance is caused by her mysterious manipulation that functions in a positve feeback manner. The more control she has on me, the more resistance I hold against her. But I did enjoy the fun she brought to me this whole time... bittersweet...until the day when everyone could tell who will be the winner :) Love <3
I miss you and the fun we shared during our nightly conversation...do you think I will finally learn that old turtle widom? Sometimes I feel desperate...I love you and I am lucky to have managed to share a life with you. <3
And it would seem she laid the groundwork for something so beautiful that his heart's rejection (fear?) of it has been the stable force that has led them to this current juncture. They sang and danced in perfect time, but then the lights flashed and cast a clearer picture of his soul's selfish deformities. Driving the car with the pedal to the floor and the gas tank on empty, not sure of his destination or intentions. CRASH! Evil, hedonistic character traits that pushes one's own self-aware conscience to the brink of destruction. What went wrong? It was the fact that it was wrong from the start or so it seemed. Not that the love wasn't there or that it wasn't real, but the game played so unnecessary and damaging to the foundation from which these things are born. How does one redeem themselves after destroying the redemption already given? The past no more, but it's ghost still lingering like a rotting stench. Time heals all, love all encompassing. Truth in the eye of the beholder, twisted and turned to fit their warped perception. And so they wait, for each other or another? Both knowing that good things come to those with patience, those with kindness.
"I will never take this for granted, I will hold you close and never break your heart." He said.
"That sounds good and all, but how can I trust my heart with someone who can't take care of their own?" She said.
And so it was, the tables turned. Resolution of the desolation.
Please if you leave me, make sure you let me know...it'd be cruel and no fun at all if you'd leave me wondering around this way...
no more pain
no more heartache
by our side
Let's enjoy sharing our Live Together .
As once we believed
Interesting track of bread crumbs lead me here. The bread crumbs made the loaf more significant.
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