Today is the day of love. A day to proclaim from the highest mountain your undying love for whoever your love interest is this year. Today for me is the same as every other day, I wake up, practice my cello, practice my guitar, stumble through physics, and debate the true idea of love.
Last night I was watching King Kong, the Peter Jackson one, and I was at the scene where Naomi Watts is on top of the empire state building. Some of my friends make the statement, Look at her she is so beautiful right there, perfect lighting, perfect dress, hair, makeup. I started thinking to myself, does love really feel like that? Is that really what love is? I think it brings up a valid idea, are we imitating art with our lives?
Do we spend all of our hopes and dreams searching after a love that we want to recreate within our lives? I'm starting to think we do. Girls spending every moment trying to look like people they see on tv all day. Guys trying to act like the cool character they see on some screen. I'm starting to think we spend more time trying to be people we aren't. Your love story isn't something that is already written. It's something you write yourself, not something you steal from someone else.
I know my idea isn't true for everyone but I just don't see love around me like I use to. I see a girl caught up on a good looking guy. She says she wants a funny smart guy, but instead of finding that guy she thinks any moronic thing that comes out of that good looking guy's face is funny. A guy spends all day chasing after a girl who doesn't want his funny, witty, caring soul. Neither party is to blame it's just what we do. We chase after the dream that we see everyday in the media and art. It's not even our dream anymore.
I'd like to think that I've been searching after the love that I see from books and movies. I want to think that there is love out there and we know nothing of it, because we are chasing after our ideas of what it should be.
I'm starting to think that our current collective idea of love is how strippers feel when they are under neon lights. Sexy, powerful, naked, and wanted.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
It's a simple choice
Life
Every fleeting second of our lives we are being born and are dying. Each moment is a time in itself. It is stated that in the blink of an eye there is 64 moments in time. The blink of an eye brings 64 births and 64 deaths of yourself. This is a concept I ran across while trying to disprove the idea of someone's self. That is a concept for another post. I know this is a silly concept, some dude who sat around meditating blinked his eye and said holy crap, I was just born 64 times and I died 64 times. But before you call me some hippie stoner, hear me out.
I get depressed rather often and usually for no good reason. Out of nowhere I'm sitting in my underwear, playing video games, drinking a gallon of mountain dew, and drowning in my own self pity. I spent many years towards the end of high school trying to understand the point of my life and why am I so horrible that I can't feel good about myself. Each day I just fed the fire for no reason. I think around my first year back to college I made the realization of my lifetime........
Happiness is a choice. It's as simple as a choice. The choice between fear and love. Once I realized this I felt like a dummy, how could it be this simple. It's not simple to live as pure happiness but the choice was easy to make, I can attest to that. So here it is 4 years later. I've kept my choice and I'm happy to say, I now get happy for no reason at all.
Over the years my choice of love hasn't always been the choice I made, it slipped when a girl broke my heart or life didn't turn out right. I have totally fallen off the wagon a few times and I slipped right back into my super depressed self who wants nothing to do with the outside world except have the world pitty me. But those moments have become fewer and farther between.
This brings me back to my first subject. I am making the choice 64 times in the blink of an eye to be happy. What is stopping anyone else from making the choice?
Don't worry the next post will have my vulgar dick joke normal self.
Every fleeting second of our lives we are being born and are dying. Each moment is a time in itself. It is stated that in the blink of an eye there is 64 moments in time. The blink of an eye brings 64 births and 64 deaths of yourself. This is a concept I ran across while trying to disprove the idea of someone's self. That is a concept for another post. I know this is a silly concept, some dude who sat around meditating blinked his eye and said holy crap, I was just born 64 times and I died 64 times. But before you call me some hippie stoner, hear me out.
I get depressed rather often and usually for no good reason. Out of nowhere I'm sitting in my underwear, playing video games, drinking a gallon of mountain dew, and drowning in my own self pity. I spent many years towards the end of high school trying to understand the point of my life and why am I so horrible that I can't feel good about myself. Each day I just fed the fire for no reason. I think around my first year back to college I made the realization of my lifetime........
Happiness is a choice. It's as simple as a choice. The choice between fear and love. Once I realized this I felt like a dummy, how could it be this simple. It's not simple to live as pure happiness but the choice was easy to make, I can attest to that. So here it is 4 years later. I've kept my choice and I'm happy to say, I now get happy for no reason at all.
Over the years my choice of love hasn't always been the choice I made, it slipped when a girl broke my heart or life didn't turn out right. I have totally fallen off the wagon a few times and I slipped right back into my super depressed self who wants nothing to do with the outside world except have the world pitty me. But those moments have become fewer and farther between.
This brings me back to my first subject. I am making the choice 64 times in the blink of an eye to be happy. What is stopping anyone else from making the choice?
Don't worry the next post will have my vulgar dick joke normal self.
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