Laughter and Happiness

There is one thing in the world that always makes life better. Laughter. It’s amazing how we can be having the worst day ever but we can still be able to laugh at ourselves when the door says pull but you push. Life is too short to take every second seriously. To live you have to laugh and to laugh you have to life. Feeling emotion is apart of life. Have you ever heard the saying “The more you laugh the longer you life?” Well it that is true then in this moment I am living forever. Life is to short, so laugh until you can’t breath much longer. A smile is something that is contagious. The best feeling is when you laugh so much you feel like you might cry from the happiness. I remember the first time that I ever cried out of joy. That was when my little brother was born. My mom was in the hospital and they called back to my teacher’s classroom. The teacher let me talk to my mom. Then, when she told me that she had my little brother I was so overwhelmed with joy that I started to cry. That was the first time that I ever cried out of happiness. It felt so odd to me at first because I was crying because I was happy, but then it occurred to me that you don’t always have to cry when you are sad. You can cry when you are happy too.

The Choices We Make

In life we all make choices. Ultimately we decide them, but in a way they help chose who we are. Life is like a treasure map with no perfect way to find the exact spot where the X is marked. When using the map you have to decide each way you wish to move making the best decision for the moment. Whether you make the right or wrong decision regretting is no option. Without mistakes there would be no room to grow. Without decisions there would be no mistakes and without mistakes there would be no imperfection. Thus bringing me to the world’s society and what we painstakingly consider “perfect”. What is perfect? Is it the popular girl who seems like someone who has it all put together on the outside? She has the guy, looks and life, but what about the inside? Are people really as perfect on the inside as they may seem on the out? That is what makes the world so unique. Knowing that nobody is the same and we each have our own individual flaws. Without these mistakes that everyone has, scars, cuts, burses inside and out how would we be able to tell the difference between one and other? Sure perfection is defined by a series of words in a dictionary but each individual’s definition of perfection can be different on so many levels. The depth of our lives is yet to be determined, each hour of our lives ticking on and on trying not to be pushed and shoved by our stereotypical perfection of society. To me mistakes are not perfection, but the closest thing next to it. To me there is no such thing as perfect, only the image that has been put into our heads from our date of birth. 

Wonder

Ever wonder what it feels like to feel so empty in a world that is so full. To have your heart feel like it is ripped out of its chest. Each part is broken and torn with no way to mend. Feeling heavy from the heartache, not to mention the unfixable pain. Not wanting to regret your past. Trying everything in your possible power just to keep calm and think positive. Wondering if you will ever see the light. Rubbing your eyes endlessly just hoping to get some type of better focus. The mistakes that you made have now put you here. Did you do wrong? Or Right? What now may seem one way could soon seem another. The choices that we chose to make now heavily influence our near future, not yet knowing of what it will become. At the moment those choices seemed right, but do they now? Wanting to prove everyone wrong you do everything possible to make it seem like you are happy, though you are not. The challenges that come in the next few weeks will be harder than you can ever imagine. Keeping calm and staying strong is the main goal. Tears build up from within. Not wanting others to know, you push them away. Putting on a front is what you do best. Seemingly tough, but sadly weak you are no superhero. Thick skin literally, but cannot withstand figuratively. You think that keeping all of this to build up inside is better. Life is tough in this little bubble of yours, constantly shoving people out you think will make it easier on you.