Do you ever feel as if everyone around you just bombards you with disappointment everyday?
I can happily say I am one of the disappointment victims. I suppose it is just part of life and we have to accept it, but surely if you had the right sort of people around you, you shouldn’t have to deal with it right...? Being disappointed by those around you shouldn’t just be a part of life. People should have true senses and meaning and understand when they do something wrong, and how to fix it. But I guess that’s not reality, that’s my imagination telling me how I want life to be, but it’s just not. I am disappointed by my family, my friends, my teachers, people I don’t know, my best friends and my enemies. Family should be here to support you, but sometimes it feels as though they are here to take advantage. They take advantage of the situation and twist it to suit them and please them. In the end they don’t really care what you feel; they care about how to make themselves feel good from your misery. Friends should be supportive and caring, but most of all, good listeners. When they fail to do this, who do you turn to, when you can’t turn to family or friends, who do you turn to? The answer is simple... No one. There is no one here to talk to and no one here who will truly understand your pain, your suffering, your judgement, your tears, your joy, your jealousy, your hate, your regret, your life.
Being disappointed should be expected by everyone, when you teach your kids about life, make sure to tell them to be ready for many disappointments from everyone they encounter in their life. If not, they’re screwed. However, some may say it is easier to just go on with it as if it doesn’t affect you. Maybe I should, maybe we all should. We learn a lot from fairytales. We learn that it is not, never were and never will be a true reflection of life. So we teach our future generations something which is so incredibly beyond reality. Fairytales should be banned. Especially from children.
Sometimes you just wish you could go somewhere, anywhere to get away. The only possible place to me is what there is after life. Is it worth being suicidal over?
On earth we have both hell and heaven; we just have to look for it. The good times and real laughs, our happiest moments, that is heaven. The torture and torment from those around us, the arguments and the abuse we get from people, that is hell. If you haven’t found your heaven yet, keep searching, maybe you’re in the wrong place. If you haven’t found you’re hell yet, be happy and exert your happiness onto others to prevent them from seeing hell.
Life is what we make it, and we can make it bad or good. We should have the freedom to be able to choose who we want to be and be that person. But in reality, we are all living a different life and our imagination runs wild about the things that we really want from life. We are confronted with a view on life that is beyond existence and yet we have to believe that that’s what true happiness is. The celebrities we see on covers of magazines, newspapers, computer homepages, the sides of sides and whatever else is what we all want to be. Why? Because they look beautiful and happy. And being beautiful and happy is what we think is ‘in’ and ‘normal’, but in reality, we give importance to nonsense. Soon life will be over and although some say ‘I have no regrets’, or ‘I lived my life to the full’, they are sometimes the ones who regret the most, and weren’t able to do what they really wanted.
The happiest people in life are sometimes the saddest. They put up this wall of strength, courage and laughter to cover their tears, anger, and sorrow. But sometimes it all gets too much. Even the strongest get weak. The happy mourn. The wealthy seek happiness. And the poor rejoice with what they have. A little bit of nothing is sometimes exactly what we need. We may not want it, but we certainly need it. Sometimes being cramped with material things bears no importance, especially when you have yet to find who you truly are. We all get lost, some more that others, but when we lose who we are, that’s when it’s time to re-think our life and do it over.
Life isn’t worth living if we don’t know what life is.