High school in one word was comfortable. Everything was easy, fun and carefree.
I guess I miss it sometimes also because I miss how I was then, or how I was allowed to be. You’re allowed to make mistakes, be immature, focus on petty things, do meaningless things.
Being that way now is just sadly, pathetic. No matter how many new things I’ve learned to do, new privileges i was given, new lessons new people, doesn’t make me more mature than how I was before. They just, I realized, put me under the illusion that I was growing up.
I’m learning that now is the time to be doing things I didn’t do back then, thinking about things in ways I didn’t before. Allowing myself to not be comfortable. It hadn’t been since I graduated, that sucks a lot but I’m going to take a little comfort in that. Sometimes I’m sad because I see my friends having the same kind of life we had back then. I’m happy for them ad sad because I wasn’t able to. But I think the important mark of growing up is letting go of your comfort zone. Realizing not everything can be a one way road.
If you wanna reach far, especially here in our country, you have to be willing to take roads that aren’t concrete or asphalted, narrow and stinky ones, dark alleys with unpleasant people and not just highways. Detours and closed roads will come and traffic is unavoidable. And you have to be smart in choosing which ones to take, not just following wherever all the other cars are. This isnt the states— no gps, well planned streets and strict regulations. We’re in the philippines! If you dont know other roads, routes, you’ll get stuck in traffic forever. If you dont have the patience for a stick, when your car breaks down, you’re as helpless as an automatic that can’t be pushed.
If you choose smooth roads alone, your destination will surely be limited and disappointingly near.
I’ll never forget
I watched Zombieland last week and I saw as one of the rules that dude wrote down. I guess I found it helps in real life too. :) Like writing stupid stuff in this blog.
The other year, I wrote down the smallest things that I enjoyed even if I was away from home, or more alone than usual, or in foreign place then. Haha.
A lot like reading books again, or cleaning the house, moving around, watching tv, all the small stuff that together make me significantly happier.
Enjoy the little things; don’t let yourself drown in the sad stuff. Mope for a bit, get pissed, get drunk, try not to get fat, haha, laugh, seek for the happy things that’ll end up making you happy and those who live around you. :)
(Source: exclusivelyemma)
Cuties :)
I’ve been trying to fix my problems and I stumbled upon this file Ms. O sent us after graduating. Maybe this is to remind me of where I’m supposed to be, even when my heart, my mind, my judgement fails me.
3rd Generation!
