Ssup kids?
I take the liberty to call everybody a kid, because, let’s
face it, none of us, have actually grown up. In numbers, yes. So, how miserable is your life? Are you
still cribbing about your job that pays you peanuts that you don’t even deserve
or have you found a new reason? Isn’t finding new reasons to cry, to whine our
favourite hobby? I meet people only to hear them about how our lives suck and
how our life isn’t going anywhere and that we’re constantly aging having
achieved nothing and how we have no clue what we love or want to do with our
lives, but dear readers, will you, will you for the love of god, stop talking
about things and start doing something about it? And it’s your life really, you
might not want to do anything about it and find peace in cribbing your life
away but next time, I hear you cry, I’d gently ask you to shut the fuck up. What
one must realise is, they need to fight their own battles, and maybe the room
they live in is small, maybe they have to get up 15 minutes early in the
morning to catch the rickety bus, maybe their colleagues and bosses are jerks,
but you cannot, cry all the fucking time, you need to grow up, help yourself
and understand the fact that you cannot have everything your way, you need to
live with things, deal with them alone, if you cannot live with them, do
something to help yourself instead of whining. I’m sure you’ve had a pathetic
past and bumpy relationships and ugly break ups but isn’t that what life is
about? Falling and rising up every fucking time, I don’t even care how you deal
with your shit but you cannot, talk to people about it, more than anything its
so depressing. Everybody have a story, good, bad, ugly. Kids, you grow up when
you’re man enough to deal with fuckeries of your life and stop making a big
deal out of it. You’ll grow up when you know you did not get into a college
because you did not study enough, you cannot get more than what you’ve worked
for. It’s fair and that simple , so
stop crying and comparing your life with others. Life happens when you’re busy crying about
things and before you know it, you become an epitome of mediocrity and lie cold
in some grave, leaving nothing behind. Not even a name. Stop kidding yourselves, kids.
Ciao,
You know who
