Our lives are so fragile. As fragile as a feather. They can be as short as it takes for that feather to touch the ground. We under-estimate it. We try not to think about it when in reality, we should think about it. We take our lives for granted. We take the lives of our loved ones for granted. They could be gone in the next minute. I don’t mean to be blunt, but my point needs to be clear. Love. Love one another until your dying day. And more importantly, show it. You could lose that chance faster than you could imagine. Call him. Send her a letter. Just show that you care. For you have no idea how fast that feather can fall.
I do most things by myself. Go to restaurants by myself, movies by myself. I’m not complaining, I don’t mind it, really. I find that I have some of my clearest thoughts while alone. At a restaurant or a movie. But sometimes, it does get lonely. Sometimes.
I just want graduation to arrive, and be over. I literally have no emotional connection to the school I’m graduating from, and all of those who I cared about disappeared from my life. I’m ready to have it all behind me, with all of them behind me. I feel as if I have wasted so much time on so many people. Caring about so many people. It hurts far too much.
Maybe it’s me. Maybe it has always been me. Maybe I push everyone in my life away. Or maybe I’m just not an enjoyable person to have around. Or maybe it’s a bunch of things about me. Whatever it is, it’s a horrible feeling. But I suppose independence is something I’ll simply have to expand on. Something I’ll have to live with.
I love reading at Barnes and Noble when it’s storming outside. The roaring thunder and the pouring rain just beyond the windows makes for a wonderful sanctuary inside. It’s almost as if those who sit here, reading a newspaper, flipping through pages of a book, or simply talking to a friend, are completely separate from the dark world that lies just outside. So safe we are, if only for a while.
I’m so bitter. Towards everyone. And I miss you. And I hate it. I hate being rude to everyone, and then beating myself up for it afterwards. I deserve it, but it…sucks, for lack of a better word. I miss you. I hate it.
There are people in this world that are so fragile. Some that I know, some that I simply observe while passing by. Many, you can not even tell. So many people, as fragile as glass. And yet, they are treated as unbreakable. Sure, sometimes this eventually strengthens them, But often, and what most don’t realize is that it breaks them. They simply hide the result of your actions under their trembling skin. Treat everyone with gentleness. Treat everyone with love. Glass, if shined and put in the sun, glistens, reflecting colors and beauty that only it can portray. You could be what saves that delicate piece of glass from shattering. Be kind.
