Death, I realized is a thing that most people are afraid of. You can't get out of it. There's no way around it. You can't be young again and remake decisions that have changed the course of your life. Memories are your history when you grow older. Here's how I think of society today.
1 years old = I know nothing. I just know that I have to eat, sleep, and get changed.
5 = I know I love my parents. But what is love truly? I just know I need them. They buy me things that I like. School's fun. I color and draw. My friends are okay to me. We play, we fight, we're having a fun life. I'm happy to see my Dad pick me up from school. He's there for me.
12 = I live off of fantasy. My parents are frustrating. They annoy me about me having to have good grades. I don't get the things I want as easily as I do anymore. My friends always text me and I don't want to break our bond so my homework is usually late. I have a crush who I dream of at night. My heart's telling me, he's the one.
18 = I came from Texas. New York is so different. Here my life really begins. I miss my night light, lunch box, getting tucked in, Daddy wisdom, Mommy hugs, and friendly days. University is really hard to keep up but I have to try. Or everything I've worked for since 5 really goes to waste.
28 = I'm working in a factory. I'm not as successful as I thought... I failed... My boyfriend dumped me for a rich girl. That nerd became a millionaire by now. He's successful in the world. I'm living off of Spaghettios. *sighs
35 = I live in an apartment with 3 children. My husband and I met outta desperateness.
50 = My children shun me. Saying I'm too poor and bad at raising them up and blaming me for their poorness. They're doing labor work also but one child of mine is a soldier and death and life is a far thing beyond my reach...
65 = I live off of the government. My grandchildren rarely visit me.
75 = I'm meeting my death bed earlier than I thought...
So you guys kinda see the life of not trying at a young age? Just try, no, DO what you can and more and you may die in a better state? Not rotting in an apartment? I know many of you WON'T, but just saying. I thought of death as I saw a picture of Bruce Lee's funeral. All big and pretty and tears. Haha. Thanks for wasting yall time!
P.S. Ngoc from the dam future here - (5/4/21) to be exact. YOOO WHAT THE HECK DID I EVEN WRITE. hahahah... also apartments are NOT bad. And my love for Bruce Lee back then was borderline obsessive. And hey, it's not really trying so much as having joy as often as you can, at as many moments as you can, little Ngoc. * pets wittle Ngoc *
You did waste my time good tho. :I
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