At this moment there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world. Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just not facing the truth. Some are evil men, at war with good. And some are good, struggling with evil. Six billion people in the world, six billion souls. And sometimes... all you need is one.
-one tree hill
can i get an amen to that?
amennnn, sista. amen.
amennnn, sista. amen.
people ..... what is it about people?
well i went through and found something that i wrote a long time ago.
i'm going to change it up some and post it on here.
some people will like it ... some will hate it.
do as you please ...
what defines us? what labels us?
what makes us "people"?
we are labeled: the harsh reality ...
like a cow that is being branded so it knows where it belongs in society.
we shouldn't feel like we have to be told where to fit in.
trying to fit in makes us fake ... fake smile. fake laugh. fake fake fake.
i'm sick of being this way.
so what am i afraid of? what are we afraid of?
rejection.
everyone wants to be loved and to feel as though someone out there understands them.
i've decided to break free from pre-determined labels.
it's my life that i'm living ... not my parents', not the school's, not yours.
mine.
i'm going to fight to keep true to myself.
yes, that's right. i said it.
i have to fight for it ... wanna know why?
every day i am tempted to fall into the scheme of not being true to myself in order to fit in.
we all judge others ... we are humans, thus we are flawed.
i'm going to try my best to control that though. i'm going to try not to judge.
i know i will fail at times (part of being human), but that's okay.
every little step counts, right?
i challenge you to do the same. watch yourself. how does it feel to be judged?
not good.
so try not to do it to others.
and nowww a little quote from the movie Fight Club...
...And you open the door and you step inside. We're inside our hearts. Now, imagine your pain as a white ball of healing light. That's right, it's your pain / the pain itself is a ball of healing light. i don't think so. This is your life. Good to the last drop. doesn't get any better than this. This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.This isn't a seminar. This is no weekend retreat. Where you are now... You can't even imagine what the bottom will be like. Only after disaster can we be resurrected. It's only after you've lost everything that you are free to do anything.
Nothing is static.
Everything is evolving.
Everything is falling apart.
This is your life. It doesn't get any better than this. This is your life, And its ending one minute at a time.
You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake.
You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
We are all part of the same compost heap. We are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world. You are not your bank account. You are not the clothes you wear. You are not the contents of your wallet. You are not your bowel cancer. You are not your grand latte? You are not the car you drive. You are not your fucking khakis? You have to give up. You have to give up. You have to realize that someday you will die.
Until you know that, you are useless.
I say let me be never complete. I say may I never be content. I say deliver me from Swedish furniture. I say deliver me from clever art. I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth. I say you have to give up. I say evolve and let the chips fall where they may. This is your life. Doesn't get any better than this. This is your life. And its ending one minute at a time. You have to give up. You have to give up. (I want you to hit me as hard as you can)Welcome to Fight Club.
If this is your first night, you have to fight.
