Dearest Witty,
I’ve been listening to a lot of music lately. Good music. The real stuff. The stuff that changes lives and makes you feel different when its over. Not the whole “ I met him in the sky-” bullscrap. But I want to make you feel the way I feel when those songs are over. Almost as if I’m different. As if I’m the only human being in the world who has ever felt such emotion.
So I’m writing it all down. All these letters are for you witty. And with any luck? Maybe I’ll make you feel different when you’re done reading them. You don’t really need to know much about me, just that I’m a girl and I’m in love. The good kind. The kind of love that makes a person feel whole. The kind that makes you feel happy and raw all at the same time. The kind of love only shared between two people when they both realize that they might not be together forever, but that’s okay. Staying together as long as we can is good enough for me. We both know that people change and life happens and we’re okay with that.
I just want you to know that this is all predictable. Life- I mean. We eat, sleep, wake up and continue the process all over again. Then we die. Its so predictable. Even if you Carpe that freaking Diem you’ll still die. At one point everybody in your life will seize to exist. Just…Love what you have, even though it’s a shout in a void. Because that’s all you can really do right? I mean if you’re not loving everything around you? Then why are you surrounding yourself with it anyway? Eventually you’re going to have to sit back and realize its time to start your life. Its time to stop doing what everybody tells you to do. All of that pressure about getting good grades, so you can get into a good college, so that you can make good money and buy a good house and live a good life.
None of those things make a good life.
None of them.
I’m sorry Dear Witty but ask yourself. What makes a life well lived? it’s the people, the experiences.
Every time I get up and do something I ask myself “ Will I thank myself for this later? When I’m on my deathbed? Breathing my last breath?”
Most of the time the answer is less then satisfactory.
Honestly- I wont thank myself for the extra hours at the BBQ joint I work at. I wont thank myself for losing sleep over an American History 3 CP test. Nor will I thank myself for being an obedient child when I wanted to test my limits.
But, as we all know, these things don’t change over night.
Maybe I’m hoping some of you will change with me. I’m so afraid to die with my life unlived so let me just promise you now that I’ll try to make every day count. Make it last. Make it worth it.
And maybe you’ll be with me every step of the way.
I’ve been listening to a lot of music lately. Good music. The real stuff. The stuff that changes lives and makes you feel different when its over. Not the whole “ I met him in the sky-” bullscrap. But I want to make you feel the way I feel when those songs are over. Almost as if I’m different. As if I’m the only human being in the world who has ever felt such emotion.
So I’m writing it all down. All these letters are for you witty. And with any luck? Maybe I’ll make you feel different when you’re done reading them. You don’t really need to know much about me, just that I’m a girl and I’m in love. The good kind. The kind of love that makes a person feel whole. The kind that makes you feel happy and raw all at the same time. The kind of love only shared between two people when they both realize that they might not be together forever, but that’s okay. Staying together as long as we can is good enough for me. We both know that people change and life happens and we’re okay with that.
I just want you to know that this is all predictable. Life- I mean. We eat, sleep, wake up and continue the process all over again. Then we die. Its so predictable. Even if you Carpe that freaking Diem you’ll still die. At one point everybody in your life will seize to exist. Just…Love what you have, even though it’s a shout in a void. Because that’s all you can really do right? I mean if you’re not loving everything around you? Then why are you surrounding yourself with it anyway? Eventually you’re going to have to sit back and realize its time to start your life. Its time to stop doing what everybody tells you to do. All of that pressure about getting good grades, so you can get into a good college, so that you can make good money and buy a good house and live a good life.
None of those things make a good life.
None of them.
I’m sorry Dear Witty but ask yourself. What makes a life well lived? it’s the people, the experiences.
Every time I get up and do something I ask myself “ Will I thank myself for this later? When I’m on my deathbed? Breathing my last breath?”
Most of the time the answer is less then satisfactory.
Honestly- I wont thank myself for the extra hours at the BBQ joint I work at. I wont thank myself for losing sleep over an American History 3 CP test. Nor will I thank myself for being an obedient child when I wanted to test my limits.
But, as we all know, these things don’t change over night.
Maybe I’m hoping some of you will change with me. I’m so afraid to die with my life unlived so let me just promise you now that I’ll try to make every day count. Make it last. Make it worth it.
And maybe you’ll be with me every step of the way.
Yours Truly,
S.M.
S.M.
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