Chapter One
When we think about our lives, we usually do not look at the present; we tend to look at the past or the future. The scars of the past; the hopes of the future. Why can we not focus on life as we currently live it?
Talking about the past it is nostalgic to look back on good times. However, constantly looking back to flashbacks of good times and never progressing with life is harmful. It is also harmful to never get over a negative flashback.
In terms of the future it can be scary to wonder where we will end up. Who will we still be friends with? Who will we lose touch with? Where will I end up? When will I die?
Everyone chooses to occupy their time with something different. Sometimes we make deviant choices to occupy ourselves.
There are many different interests that people pursue. Some are moved by music and others are interested in science. Sometimes our tastes overlap into other interests.
Sometimes we are enveloped within hatred and darkness. Sometimes we cannot escape these feelings or they progress to awful heights. Sometimes we feel like, from these heights, we are falling.
It is difficult to tackle problems face to face. Everyone will have to overcome some problem in their lives and the only way to so is by dealing with your own problem in your own way.
Love. It is very tricky. Love is a losing game. Love is what we all strive for. Love makes the decisions for some of us. Some try to resist love, but there is no antidote for it and no Cupid-repellent. Not yet, anyway.
Changes are difficult. In the end we all adapt to the change and get used to it. Some take longer to get used to the change. Some adapt to the change, but they are hurt in the process. The change was not a positive one.
Even the happiest of people have low points. When the lights go down. No one is one-dimensional, even if they appear to only have one personality trait.
Nothing is perfect. In fact, I love imperfection. There's always something that needs to be fixed. This makes life seem more realistic and not like we live in a pure, plastic bubble.
We all have dreams. Fulfilled dreams. Broken dreams. Dreams may be a disappointment for some, but we are all motivated by dreams in some way. Or at least, some of us used to be. The American dream.
Everybody needs a friend. Whether we believe it or not we all feed off of friendship, like a cactus in the valley waiting for the flood to come back around.
So there you have it. Probably something that you just read as gibberish and nothing important. Maybe by the end of it all it will make sense. Perhaps not. By the end you will at least be more informed on the lives of others. Maybe it will influence you to be the best person that you can be. I think that'd be really great.
The truth is I am old and frail. It is difficult to do the things that I used to do and I will probably die soon.
Memories are not recycled like atoms and particles in quantum physics. They can be lost forever.
