alleycake

Sometimes I think that all my intellectual, artistic bullshit is just that. Sometimes I feel like half of my life is a show. Maybe having fun, is what it's really all about. Rocking out, shaking your ass, singing at the top of your lungs alone in the car, knowing the Star Treck theme song by heart, maybe thats Nirvana. Maybe I'm wasting my time trying to become something people will admire. Maybe I'm wasting my time worrying about the future. I'm loved, hated, berated and paraded, but in the end who'll be there when its all done? We're born alone and we die alone. Does it really matter what happens in between? Jealousy is a weakness, as is arrogance. But who can be balanced forever? We're all human, we breathe, we eat, and we sleep. Does it matter what or with who? What impact will your life make on the world 100 years from now? If the answer is none (which for most people it is/will be) then who gives a fuck? I could be depressed and offended by feeling this way sometimes, or I can be liberated. I choose the latter. The writers where right when they said "live for the moment" "seize the day" and every other clich. Looking down on people for not "making something of their lives" is stupid. Looking up to people who are sad, who pretend to be happy everyday because they drive a BMW or live in a nice house is equally stupid. If you can be "successful" and happy then you're one of the few luckiest people alive. If you cant, choose happiness.