Dreams That Make Us Breathless.

I think that all the new people we meet after a while are just people who come and go.

As they enter our lives, we have already excepted the fact that they are here only for a little while. So we get over them. It hurts but once we get over their loss, we survive as though nothing ever happened.

It's the people we met and loved while growing up that leave a mark when they leave us. I don't think we can ever forget them, much less get over them. They are the people we expected to stay and be our families- through thick and thin. People we thought who will somehow always be there for the big moments in our lives.

A lot of them stay but every once in a while there is the one who got away because you were too stupid to admit you liked them.

It isn't as if you just sit around and mope about your entire life. You just get breathless every once in a while by a memory or dream about them, where you two aren't strangers, and when you wake up, you realise, you were so happy in that dream, even though things weren't perfect, you were so fucking happy.

Long Time, No See.

So I haven't written in a while now. I honestly did not know what I should write about. It isn't that nothing's happening in my life. It's just that most things aren't all that important that I'd write about them. Well, everything except this one thing.

Anyways here I am sitting on the eve of a test finally writing. I'm staying with this family for the time being, until I get my new apartment. Honestly, they are the best ever.

Apart from that I'm kind of lost.

No more deep philosophical posts for the time being.

Yesterday I was speaking to one of my best friends, and somehow I started speaking about gym and how I've become fat (well not by normal standards but if you track your growth, then you know what I mean. After three days of not going to the gym you feel as if you are ten pounds heavier), so anyways she kind off blew her top off.

Turns out I just have two very exciting things in my life: the gym and boys.
Well, I refute the boys comment. Frankly, my love life is my proof. IT'S NON-EXISTENT. :P
I do talk a lot about gym related things but only because that truly is the one thing right now that I like and that makes me happy.

I guess, I just forget that my friends aren't really into it, and then it can naturally be fucking boring when someone just drones on and on about how heavy they squatted and what their PR is.

But yeah, I do get her point. This is kind-off like my hair obsession from last year.

Anyways that's it for right now. I still need to study for tomorrow. Bye. :)

Aim For The Moon And Fail.

I have been wondering as to what I want.
I am eighteen and I already think that I will always have to choose, that I cannot have everything.
But it isn't supposed to be this way. I look around me and I see people who are not afraid of going after what they want. They aren't ridiculed for wanting something or being passionate about something. They are encouraged to pursue their passions in a practical way.
I guess it's the way we were brought up. Even before we know what we want, we just dismiss the idea as unobtainable.
It's sad, really.
We are supposed to be the future. We are supposed to believe in ourselves and our futures.
Instead we berate ourselves for aiming too high.

What we fail to see is that if your aim is the moon and you fail, you are still in space.
So, yes, aiming for the moon and failing is better than aiming for an apple tree and reaching it.