Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Ladies and Gentleman, boys and girls, dying time is here….
The moment in time that we all decided that our pain can be measured heaver on the scale of hurt than another human with the same environment must be called sculpting. We go trough our hurt and pain with different viewpoints, I will never be like my sister and she would never be me. And that is what makes life interesting.
Why do we think that we cannot handle things and why does all the youth suffers from depression? My honest opinion is that if you give something a name, you would want to heal it and try to make it better. Diagnose me with depression give me medicine and I will act like I am suppose too, like you expect me to act. The problem with this is that it will never be better you cannot forget what happened to you, you can never erase the things that people and life has done to you. You can just hope that you are able to continue with your current events the here and now must continue. We all want something different, like sometimes I feel my life belongs to someone else and that I am merely the spectator. Then I would think how I would act in anther life in another body, and I know that I will feel even more out off place even more than I do now. I cannot deny the happiness in my life I have a great family and I met the man off my dreams. I just want that tad more a good career and my own little house. But I am sure in time all will come to those who wait, I am just impatient.
I guess a master piece takes time!!!