From all the journals I've read on here, the majority seem to be people who are bored with their life, complaining. And I'd love to say that mine would be different. Special. You know. But then, I realize that of course if I'm not going to complain on here, then I would be off doing something. Shopping, seeing movies, partying...anything. So. Here I am.
So I don't really have all that much to say. I could write about how my life sucked, but I would bore you. Perhaps later.
I could write about my religion [or lack thereof] and try to convert people. But I consider that to be a pretty bad thing to do, to try to change someone's way of life. A lot of people depend on their religions. Live off them. Their faith is resting on something that isn't concrete, but at the same time, can't let them down. As long as they decide to believe in it, they won't lose faith. No matter how many bad things happen, they can just think, "Oh, it all happens for a reason..." and be through with it. I have nothing like that, and I don't consider it to be a bad thing. Sure, I'm not exactly the most optimistic person, but...I'm realistic. Yeah.
Oh, I ended up almost contradicting people's religions, anyways.
Oops.
I could write here about music. That's what it's for, anyways, isn't it, this site? But, if you have made it to my journal, and read this far, then I assume you have also viewed favourited artists, possibly even viewed comments. What is there left for me to say?
I could write about school. But really, there are enough sappy teenage dramas to last anyone a lifetime. And I have no desire to write another one.
I could write about the past. The future. The present. Things that will never happen. Things that will always happen.
Or I could write what I could write.
Which I have done.
If you have made it this far, I congratulate you.
You must be really bored, possibly more than I am. You must have absolutely no life.
But you know, that's okay, a lot of the time, I don't either. No one can have a life all the time.
They'd get tired of it.
Wish for peace and quiet and rest.
Rest.
Something that evades me.
Sleep is challenging. You never know what will have changed when you wake up.
On Life, But Only Sort of.
- January 19, 2009
- maybellina
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