BOYS AND GIRLS.
Art : WAR.
By Sakuan.
I’m Pine, that is what my friends and family call me, you can call me that too I don’t really mind since we are about to be great friends I can already tell. We change a lot in our lives, we live lives that make us who we are and some of us do that better than others. I remember when I was about fifteen years old I got my first tattoo, I regret getting a tattoo of that kind on my arm for everybody to see, at the time it felt like a good idea, but at the time I thought I would never regret getting it, oh dear how wrong was I. The one thing I learned from that is, never make a decision when you are all the way angry or happy for that matter because that is not the real you making that decision, rather it is a dialed up or dialed down version of you, take every decision that version of you would make with a grain of salt. Enough with my life rumblings and back to what I really wanted to tell you this fine day.
Here goes something…
To all those with ears that listen and brains that digest please listen to me, boys and girls.
Listen to me, I am a young man with things to say, a man with a heart to pour out to anyone who has the time, I got something to tell you about life if you don’t mind, my life in particular. The truth of the matter is that the world always seems to side with “ David” from most of my experiences, it doesn’t matter what you do sometimes, as long as you are a “Goliath” you are in a hot mess, and you are going to need more to convince people to be on your side. I feel for you, I have met people who hate rich people, not because of who they are but because of what they are, RICH.
If a group of people decides to hate you then there is no way you can redeem yourself fully, no matter how much they tell you they have forgiven you, the reality is that there is always going to be someone who is going to bring up the thing you did, no matter how long ago it was. You cannot shake a bucket full of eggs and expect none of them to crack. Depending on other people for your sanity can be frustrating because only they know their motives and that’s assuming they have a mind of their own.
Sometimes I wish I was still a child. I looked at the world with my naive eyes and everything seemed so simple, played with friends, went home and dinner was always on the table, I would eat then go to bed, I would watch cartoons in the mornings and be satisfied with life, life was simple back then. Now as a grown-up sometimes I wonder what I am supposed to do with my life, especially in times of pure chaos, times where everything you do matters and don’t do matters, what happened to those silly cartoons that would fulfill my life’s purpose. Now that I am a grown-up, I have to care about myself and those around me, I have to be careful of who I make friends with, I have to be careful of who I decide to share my life with and I will be honest sometimes it is tiring to care about all these things. What happened to the simple old times? At my age poor little old me has to think about starting a family of my own, that is an unreal reality of mine that I have to open my eyes sooner rather than later because as we all know, time waits for no man and especially no woman. When it comes to starting a family I feel for women because I can have a child of my own when I am sixty or ninety, women don’t have that luxury, by the time they are thirty-five years old the chances of them having a baby naturally go down significantly, a sad reality. Nonetheless, it is a reality…
I’ve always dreamt of having a family of my own someday, I started having this feeling when I was in college, and that is when I actively started thinking about what my life would be like after college. I never thought that far ahead, but a family was something that was always first to come to mind. For you to start a family you would need someone who has the same values as you, someone who you can trust, someone who can make you grow in a healthy way, someone who can help and encourage you to be a good member of society.
Enough with my rumblings.
Pine out…
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