DAY FIFTY-FOUR.

It’s the moments like these, that count the most in life. The moments where you’re with people you love and all you do is talk and laugh.

Not just any laugh, but the kind that makes your stomach hurts. The kind that makes you cry. The kind that you can’t stop.

And we might forget this day. But then we look back at the pictures and relive it all. And we laugh about it. Until we forget about it again.

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DAY FIFTY-TWO.

There’s something about being able to go out and have fun with friends. It’s this kind of freedom that you feel. Like you can do anything. And you can live carefree.

Tonight I danced. I sang my heart out. I forgot about all of my struggles and I just had fun. I think that is what life should be like.

Sadly, it’s not. But if you can turn any situation into something positive, at least you’ll be happier.

DAY FIFTY-ONE.

Sometimes sacrifices need to be made. Skip the good stuff to focus on the important things. Or forget about work and just have fun. Cause I can’t do both right now.

And I wonder what’s more important. Working on my future, or making memories.

I know the choice is all mine, but it’s just so hard to choose. And if I had the time, I would do both, but I can’t lose anymore sleep right now.

DAY FIFTY.

I run around like crazy. Do about a thousand things at the same time. Sleep isn’t for me, I just keep on going. Until I break.

And I’ve never stopped to take a breath. I’ve never stopped to look around. All my life I just kept on going. And nobody would stop me. Nobody would try.

But you. You slow me down.

 

DAY FORTY-NINE.

I have a clear vision of what I want for my future. And honestly, I am nowhere near going that way. I feel like everyday I am drifting more and more away from those dreams.

I’m not sure who to blame, but I’ve never felt like I had the freedom to do what I want. Everything in my life had been decided under pressure. Because one thing the people around me never gave me was time. And that’s what I needed. And still need. Time.

Also support. The support is there when things are good. But when life gets hard, I need to work harder. Try to do better. But I don’t want. I can’t. Not anymore. I just want to do what I love to do. So, please let me. Why won’t you let me?

DAY FORTY-EIGHT.

Everyone has their own definition of happiness. Music makes some happy. The sun shining does it to others. A certain job might make you feel like you’re on top of the world. Except, the rest of the world doesn’t understand.

Just because we don’t understand, doesn’t mean it’s not good enough. We can define our own happiness. Those differences between people are good. We need variation. We can’t have everyone to love the same things. Life would be so boring if that were the case.

Whatever makes you happy, choose it. Choose happiness. It will put colour in your black and white world.