leave the pieces

Why is it that people never seem to realize they are wasting their lives until they are old and its too late to do anything about it? That is the great travesty of life, that most people don’t realize they have wasted it until it’s too late. We are too busy living for the next goal, always looking forward to something else, something greater than what they have right now.

They never realize that what they have right now is quite wonderful for some reason, even if what they have right now isn't what they want. There is an innate good in all of us, just like there is innate evil. The two intermingle into a beautiful passionate peak, and at that peak is a person. A unique person capable of quite literally anything if they can just find it within themselves to stop poking through life and start looking for what is good, for what is beautiful, for what gives meaning.

There is meaning to everything, and we can all be thankful for something. It all sounds so predictable, but isn’t that life? Isn’t it all the same? We have to all individually think outside the box, we have to learn to try. To really give a damn.

We are so wonderfully innocent when we are young. Our hearts are so open for a time. Then one day someone or something hurts us. We begin to see that life is pain. Sometimes we see it as nothing but a series of painful events, of hellos and goodbyes. We begin to lose hope, to think that no matter what we do, it’s meaningless because we are going to die anyways.

At some point in our lives we are so completely vulnerable that we show this vulnerability to someone else, and that someone that sees it, oh they can be anyone… it doesn’t matter, someone will see it. And this person who sees you when you are at first the most vulnerable does not realize how fragile your hopes are, all they can see is what others have done to them in their past. They see that they gave a part of their heart away in the past only to have it ripped apart.

So many things can rip our hearts apart, death, life… they can all be painful at times. We focus on the sad times and neglect to see anything else. And those people who see us at our most vulnerable don’t necessarily want to hurt us, but they themselves are so incredibly closed off from any thoughts other than their own, they feel that they are right, and maybe they are. In a way everyone is right, no matter what they think. But we give little pieces of ourselves to people, or have those pieces of our hearts taken from us…