Life

So funny, so unpredictable, so... there. I often forget to laugh and cry. I forget where to look in those special, secret places. I complain about things that I cannot change, and which perhaps should not even be changed in the first place. I feel alive, I feel it all ticking away. It's all a mess, but perhaps that really is how I like it. Jumbled. Fresh. New. Tough. Easy. All rolled up and hidden until you tuck in. And then an explosion of experience at the cost of some energy.

I keep meeting people and forgetting how to relate to them. I change a little with every new face, even though I want to be myself. Perhaps that's no bad thing. Perhaps I'm assimilating a little bit of them into myself, so I may carry them within me until I die. Nobody really knows who they are anyway, do they? We are amalgams of our parents to begin with, and we turn into amalgams of the people we meet and associate with, of people we love and hate, people who scare us and people we admire. We are influenced by the world around us - just remember to influence back. Give to receive, I guess. Share whatever you have, even though people don't seem to udnerstand. It's invaluable to learn to understand. Only then will we achieve lasting peace.