(time)

It's nearly March, and I haven't written even half as much as I expected to. It's that laziness, that lack of self-discipline which I really wish I had more of. Alright, here I go again, being a total hypocrite. If I want to get things done, I shouldn't say "I wish", I should say "I will". You know, if we replaced half of the time we spend complaining with actually doing something, we'd be far better off, but instead we idly let hours slip by.

Time-that's another startling phenomenon. One second you're a child, and then before you know it you're in an adult world, surrounded by people who're too busy to even throw you a small word of kindness. It seems we are perpetually busy. It's a crazy cycle-as we get older, the time on our hands falls right through our fingers. People have less time for each other. We don't appreciate the little things done for us. We easily slip into anger, and shut oursleves away from the world, thinking we're doing ourselves a favour, when the only ones we're hurting are ourselves. Time leaves us empty, broken, dumbfounded and totally, utterly lost.

Go on, do something good, do something now. Before you realise it, before you wake up, it'll be far too late.

(silver lining)

You’ve heard it before-every cloud has a silver lining. How much more do you have to hear it? It’s the motto of all optimists-look at the bright side. Sure, it’s easy to say it, but how simple is it to scrounge around and hit that lining of silver? For all the optimists out there-you must be thinking why I’m writing this? You may argue, that it’s easy to just look at the negative side and that I should stop making this world such a negative place. Bear with me, you’ve read this far, it’s just a little farther until the end.

Suicide. You drive off for miles, run away from all your problems-you’re not a coward, good heavens no, you’re only searching for greener pastures. You leave it all behind you-leave the ‘stronger’ people to bear with all that. You’re not selfish at all, you’re only going to take a break from life-and never return. You stretch your arms out wide, and feel the cool breeze on your face, and jump. Towards betterment? Sure, that’s what you’ve been telling yourself thus far-keep it up. And there you go-the last sounds you hear before you leave it all behind you are the sound of the wind pushing past your ears. Then, death.

To all the pessimists: keep up the good work-hope you see why you are not a coward at all, and I hope the sarcasm cut deep, ‘cause that’s what it was meant to be. You’ve lost all of my respect if you’re planning to commit suicide-but hey, since you’re dying, my respect means nothing to you does it? Neither, of course, does the respect of anyone else on this planet.

To all the optimists: the very fact that you’re still reading this proves my point-you’re convinced I am not a horrible person ;-)

And let’s not forget the realists: Keep it real! \m/

And to all the rest of you: there is a silver lining, you can see it just as the sun rises after all the darkness.