I know exactly where I am in life, I have no idea where I will be, and that?s not only ok with me, it?s comforting. We can?t last forever, no part of us can. whether it?s our physical bodies, our moods, our psyches, nothing is constant. Change is inevitable, and it?s how we deal with it that gives us our perceived happiness. I?m extremely close with two types people that couldn't be further from each other. The young and hopeful, and the old and suicidal. And they both have beautiful things to offer the world, they are inspiring, they are honest with themselves, they are pure, and they are true. though initially they may be put on this world for a similar purpose, as the young becomes old, and the hopeful suicidal, perspectives change. The old and suicidal are eventually shown that there is nothing to live for, yet they still live. But why are these lonely, desperate people seen walking around everyday? going outside for a walk in the park and for a good part of the day, these people are laughing! the old and suicidal have a want to help others, and more or less consciously, they do. The old and suicidal will move heaven and earth to help the ones they love, if there are even any left among them. the young and hopeful learn from the old and suicidal whether they know it or not. boundless energy, bright eyes, large smiles, this is the makeup of the young and hopeful. open to new opportunities, being led by their souls wherever they go, the young and hopeful are what lights up the world. But when direction is needed, they turn to the old and suicidal for guidance; Guidance in the form of a talk, in the form of observation, in the form of being humbled. The young and hopeful need something to think about constantly, and this can often be overwhelming. but just as a sponge absorbs water, sometimes the minds of the young and hopeful can?t help but get dirty. This dirt, this sediment, is what begins the transformation of the young and hopeful into the old and suicidal. I find myself somewhere in between, often jumping back and forth, eventually residing in the harrowing grey area that lays between. Therefore I have no current labels for what or who I am. am I the old and hopeful? the young and suicidal? I know people on both ends of the spectrum. Where do i fit in? Am I supposed to know? Maybe I can be young and hopeful until old age. Knowing the path of the old and suicidal can let me know when to take a left turn. Growing old but never up, still unaware of where i?ll be, just the way I?d want it.
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