It's cool to have dreams. But every time when you find that you are just one more step further from them, it sucks. People at the same age as me, 18, 19, or just crossing the line of teenage, 20, are all ambitious. It seems that high school students and college kids are born to have big dreams, because our courage hasn't been consumed, I mean, not yet. Like the unbalanced hormone, the eagerness often makes us do it without even thinking what the consequence will be. It feels good. The passion is just like setting fire burning from all inside your body and refilling the fuel at once after sleep whenever exhausted out. It's just freaking awesome to scream out loud when doing something freaking crazy. Being young is great, most likely mesmeric.
I'm kept to realize how realistic it is and how cruel people will be when leaving schools. What's equal to life? Money. What's probably more vital than money? Yes, money, money and still money. Damn, it even freaks me out when typing those stinky words "money" right on my blog. But, it is the ugly truth that no one can deny, isn't it? Anyway, I still don't want to give a shit.
The mind has a will of its own, mine too. So why bother? Eveytime after thinking how shit this world is, I still, at last, look on the bright side of life. Or what? If I don't, I'll commit suicide and be charged with the first-degree murder of myself. The earth is still revolving round the sun, and I'm still don't give a shit about what the world looks like. I'll just, you know, laugh and be pissed off at the same time. Haha... (shit)
我很好奇這一篇的感觸從哪裡來。
ReplyDeleteA novel called Nineteen Minutes by Jodi Picoult.
ReplyDeleteI learn how rebellious a teenager could be from it.