Pessoptimistic

We are only teenagers once. We long for the life we have when we were children. When we were the carefree selves that are safely held by our parents with love and care. When they would take us out to playgrounds and play childish games with us. When they would read us bedtime stories and kiss us goodnight. When none of what we do are so significant that we might as well just lie on the floor all day. Admit it, we do. Teenage life. We hate studying, we hate parents rule, we hate society, we hate homework, we hate almost everything we can think of a reason to hate. But. We are only teenagers once. We can only BE teenagers once. Will we remember all this suffering and studying 4 years from now? 7 years from now? What about 10 years? When we look back, what do we want to see. What did I do from 13~18.

We await the end of the tunnel, for the light to shine in on us and for us to walk our staircase to a new life. Or so we think, college. Then after another 4 years of hard work, or 7 years for some people. We are determined and we are confident that we are to enjoy the rest of our life. Or do we. We work hard, from mailroom boys to office workers to finally we are at the top of the pyramid, CEO of a company or a respected judge or the President of the United States. We then sit back and relax. We studied for 24 years, some even longer for masters degrees. Then we work our ass off to please our bosses, get a loving wife, raise adorable children, tame unruly teenagers, and fight our biological clock of aging while we were studying and working for our comfortable future. Finally. You look back, you spent 65 years to build up your golden empire and now you have a weaker and more feeble body to enjoy what you used your youth to trade for. I hope I like what I will see. It's like riding a roller coaster. There are ups and downs but the thing is to enjoy every part and in the end, wish that you would take the same ride again. Work hard, Play hard. Why not Plork hard.

Just Life.

Life is complicated. Most people would agree. Life gets hard sometimes and slams the door on you. it doesn't matter if you're a shy pathetic person with no friends or if you're a heartbroken teenagers whose friends left you one by one. These are archetypes in our world. There are the successful, there are the mischiefs, there are the people backstabbed by life, there are the smokers and the people accused of smoking. Shit happens all the time. They are as common as flies and if life is as simple as just pointing middle fingers at unpleasant and unfavorable things then it would be a pretty damn easy life.

This world isn't fair but it's fair enough. Everyone gets hurt sometimes. Some people are tormented by the tortures of their loved ones who doesn't return their undivided attention and love while others are devastated by unsuccessful plans and/or catastrophic accidents that robbed them of everything they ever had and loved. The point is to live life to its fullest. We might be young, but we have heart; unfortunately we are born and given the curse of life and some people of a more severe degree of the sexually transmitted disease we call life. There is no escape, so don't escape. Don't blame others for betraying you when you are obligated to protect yourself. Don't put the burden of life on the shoulders of your peers or you would be treated as a depressed freak. Everyone is capable of pulling themselves from the shit they are in because if one can dive, one can float. 

Mistake

I am mistaken.

A hint of temptation,
Marks my tale.

Another era comes and go.

Feigned in sheep's clothing; what elegance feature,
A wolf in its best days still a foul creature,
Glamour possessed by an angel; carrying the soul of a serpent.

Angel fallen to earthly realm,
Idiotically I fell for the trap,
Kindly cleansing the fallen wings,
Aware not of the deathly grasp.

Heartbroken.

Who am I?

Who am I really?

I am who you want me to be.

I am. Yours.

I was once broken.

Tethered and torn by the merciless wraith of fate.

Lost my friend, shot and crushed.

Lost my soul mate, defiled by youth.

Lost my path, distracted and digressed.

And then you came along,
Dazed by your halo.
Half-dead I was,
Dancing back to life.