This whole thing is just hilarious
Like,
You’re asked to find the right gem
out of all of the rocks rolling around on the ground
You’re supposed to pick one and stay together with them
until your last day on earth
And you’re supposed to
Compromise and make sacrifices and
build houses and make another version of
yourself with that one person you chose
out of all the people that you’ve met in your life
And when you skip one of those steps or
you’ve done something twice or get behind,
People will look at you like you don’t
understand life at all
But it just seems so weird to you, that
there’s billions of people who
live like that,
all with different stories of their own
But you just think,
How?
How do people get that far?
This whole thing is just ridiculous
You find your own soul inside the
body that you were born with
No one told you to live—
you just do,
Because that’s just what you do, naturally
You always seem to have two or more choices, but
You always seem to choose the one
you regret afterward
People come and go, you talk to them,
you share things with them, you let them
in and out of your life,
You hurt, get hurt,
and you somehow manage to
make yourself a better person than
you were the day before
And, and you’re supposed to make the
most out of your everyday life, collecting
all these things you can’t really see, called memories
And people will expect you to learn from them and turn them
into a shapeless figure, a dream, a desire,
that you’ll have to aim for
People will tell you to work,
Not just work, but to work hard to achieve
that thing you’re wanting for no specific reason
You know that things aren’t that simple and fast
But at the same time
We all want to achieve,
before we suffer to give
The hardship, is what makes things
“worth it”, and “treasurable” or whatever they call it
But this whole thing is just so hilarious to you
because all you ever think about is
how you’ll ever find your own soul
and until then
you can’t let anything else happen
Angles 