If I could be a big heart breaker,
I'd watch you crash into my arms
With the stars under the barrel of a gun
We die young...
Thinking of the way you would want to die really puts you in your place. You feel centered knowing that even if you have no control over what happens in your life, the only certainty is death. I never want to be old. On one hand, I want to die moments after my life peaks. As soon as everything starts to go downhill, I want to peace the fuck out. What person honestly wants to feel like their life is just going to continue getting worse until their time is up? Granted, I would love to feel like I've lived my life to the fullest, and I wouldn't be doing that if I died young.
I don't believe that when we die, our 'souls' have anywhere in particular to go. I believe that there must be something divine running shit somewhere, because life always seems to have a way of working itself out. Teenagers are constantly doing stupid things to give themselves a false sense of control over things, but normally, all runs smoothly in the end. The only theory that seems remotely likely in these situations is fate. Teenagers need time to learn that they do not, and probably will not ever have a decent amount of control over their lives. No human being honestly feels good about their life without doing something dangerous...risky...out of control. And to think that we were built this way, whether chemically or spiritually, could be considered ridiculous, if not for the fact that we've always got the excuse of 'fate' to fall back on.
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