I am tempted to publish this post without even entering a body, because the title sums up everything I want to say. The title is a little dishonest, though. After the fragment above, the song says that's when I look at you. But I cropped that, because that would be a deceitful exhibit of how I feel. While I watched and concentrated on every musical note and scene in the music video, I couldn't help but hear a ever-so-slight hesitation between the clause of bitterness and melancholy and the almost sanguine: that's when I look at you.
Thus, I look to the fact that sometimes, the more unfortunate of us never have an opportunity to utter: that's when I look at you. We have no battle cry, no resort for our destitution. Instead, we sit here and hum that when our world is falling apart, when there is no light to break up the dark, we' have to continue without any relief. That life sucks. Sorry Bert and John Jacobs, try Life Isn't Good.
This week was rather lethargic, every moment so painfully important. The eves-dropping on my parents to either failing this test or acing it, I had to drag myself into each second, lugging all my baggage into each moment, even when I thought there was too much for it all to fit. While brainstorming what to say, I glance over the laptop screen and beyond into my shanty dwelling, a perfect reflection of both me and my life.
Ruminating over that statement, I have a challenge for anyone out there reading: your life doesn't have to be you. Let it not be you. I'll try if you do. Our lives are just the mystery meat slung onto our trays at camp, maybe it's a little gross (or a lot) but that is only a trace of a shred of what should affect our day. The minutes this week I shoved with my shortcomings into, the desire to eves-drop on the arguments, knowing I'd be even more indignant and distressed, making studying the subunits of Carbohydrates and their functions that much more difficult.
Today is a new day and a new life begins, as others end. I am already beyond blessed to be alive, living and breathing in each second that zooms by, and nothing will snag those from me. My encumbrances won't imprison me today, no thank you. Cause for once, my life is everyone's but mine. And all I have to be is me.
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