(I took this from a journal entry a few months ago, I’m typing it word by word. No hate, mate.)
March 9th, 2014
“Life goes on is a redundancy. Life is defined by its going on. We breathe in the world. We choose how much of the world we let in. We’re like insulators, all of us.”
I don’t believe we always have a choice. There is always a choice, but that doesn’t mean it’s ours to make. Fate doesn’t exist. It’s just something we say to comfort ourselves when things go wrong, or when they end up the way that makes us happy. But that’s not fate, that’s just the future. (“The future is composed of nows.” Taken from Emily Dickinson’s quote, “Forever is composed of nows.” I prefer mine because it’s just more solid to grasp.)
So many of us need a huge mistake to right our wrongs, but we should be doing that in the first place. We shouldn’t need a cause for our actions.
Yet we do.
We rely on everything too much. We’re so selfish that we don’t even see that not everything has something to rely on.
Sometimes, it’s okay to let go.
Sometimes, when we care too much, we end up hurting everyone around us. But sometimes, it’s okay to care.
Embrace your fears, control them. The only thing you should fear is fear itself. You are your own downfall.
(Yeah, this is kind of dark. If any of you found this even remotely interesting, please do tell me. I have a lot more entries like this and I don’t mind posting them. I find it easier and less stressful to write things on paper. My dad has a friend over at our house and he’s staying with us for a couple days, but he just sits on the couch on his phone all day. Antisocial much? It’s not like I can talk. On with playing guitar now, I’m out.)