I'm home for the weekend. As usual, it's raining in Florida. Ghastly would be a good way to depict the image outside the window right now. My sister Andrea, is laying next to me on her laptop, writing an essay for class, dancing to her 'Vampire Diaries' soundtrack on Spotify. My Dad is in the living room, of course. Predictably drinking a glass of red wine and looking up youtube videos of people way older than I am. As for my mother, well she has just decided to sleep next to my sister. Probably explaining my sister's sudden hault to this dance marathon. As for me, well I'm on my computer writing to, well myself. Andrea was telling me earlier how she wanted to write a book about our parents' love story. After our conversation, it got me wondering about what else would be worth writing about. Don't get me wrong, I adore a good love story (couldn't use love twice). But if we're writing about love, why not write about hate? About boredom, or jealousy, or maybe that TA in your Bio lab you have a crush on? My point is, life in all aspects is worth noting. Worth not only writing about but just thinking about, while you're living it. "These are the best years of you're life. Enjoy it while you can, because you won't get these years back." Does that sound like something you've heard before? I cringe at clichés. Literally want to disappear to Mars when people say stupid things like that. But when I start thinking about it, like really thinking about it. It's the truth. I'm 21 years old and my biggest concerns are what I'm going to eat for dinner or if my roommate Derek will be home before Arrow starts. I'm living the best days of my life. Yeah I mean, high school was great and Valencia was okay I guess but now life is just so full and rich. Not 'rich' as far as income cause I've never been so broke but rich in terms of the quality of my life. My conversations are deeper, my thoughts are clearer, the time I spend with my family and friends is just better. There's no other way to put it. Shit has just been good for a while now. | So, in result of the epiphany I had today, I decided to start this site. Call it a blog, boring, dumb, gay, awesome, or whatever you want. I just needed to write. I've always wrote growing up but I would put them in raps or songs. Rapping was fun and all but it gets frustrating when you can't find the right words to use cause you are trying to make the whole damn thing rhyme. No no instead, I will be writing on here, no rhyming, no beat, just words and a reader. The other day I saw a movie called 'Stuck in Love'. In it, a quote from Lily Collin's character stood out. "I never enjoy anything. I'm always waiting for whatever's next. I think everyone's like that...living life in fast forward, never stopping to enjoy the moment, too busy trying to rush through everything so we can get on what we're really supposed to be doing with our lives." If these are the best years of my life, I want to remember them. Every part of them. The good, the... well you know the rest. Yes, I suppose I'm already an adult but I know so little about so much. And I know I'm not the only one that wasn't born knowing what I'm "supposed" to be doing with my life. I honestly don't know, but I have an idea. And I guess that's all any of us can do. Go off of these hunches. These ideas we have in our heads of how we want to live the rest of our lives. 21, is the age where you're either onto something great or scared shitless because you have no idea what the hell you've been doing with you're life the last few years. Or maybe you're somewhere in between. I just know that I have to write about it. I have to enjoy my life while I'm in the process. |
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