Literature what's it all for?

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I know you're reading the title and saying "oh shit , here's another sob story post by someone named after a food product " I assure you it's not.

2020/early 2121 has been a real shit show for alot of people , times are hard,doesn't make you weak to admit if you've struggled .

The thing is life doesn't stop for human convenience, neither does time . We do things to keep ourselves young , sometimes we do things to numb other things, and sometimes we accept what we have is here and now and we just do what we can with what we have.

We feel safe with what if's sometimes , because the unknown can be scary , predictability can be no guarantee but at least you feel a foundation .

The thing is that foundation needs repair sometimes , your happiness is a house and while for some it may not be hard to obtain, for some they're always looking to see more and more what they can do to make the house a real home. (We are metaphorically speaking .. (no actual houses , I don't have the permits or knowledge to pull that DIY project.)

Happiness isn't some certain guideline for everyone, for some it's raising kids having a 9 to 5 , and coming home to a meatloaf dinner and "how was your day " competition. I think for others it's a person or a buddy , someone to get through the chaos of the daily grind that becomes routine. You know the times where if you hadn't had that person with you , you probably would have given your real number to that weird looking person with the white van , or that friend that brings you a blue gatorade when you wind up over the toilet after a night out .I assume afterwards praying to a inanimate porcelain object while making some promise to whatever you vibe with spiritually that if you get cut some slack this time , you will never ever mix beer and tequila again.

Then there's people that never were one thing , but they took chances , they attempted things and succeeded where some people never take a leap of faith. They were told they could do anything if they put in the effort , and they weren't handed that .

I spent half my life trying to figure out myself , I never had life long friends that i've known since I was little , because I was a kid raised in a military family . I don't regret it , I've gotten to see things in this life that today would be so concerned only with being portrayed in a good instagram filter rather than being enjoyed for existing and being in the same moment as you .

I once went to France for a week my senior year with 7 kids from a high school in connecticut , I was the only kid who saved up on my own for that trip . I'm not complaining that's the way I was raised , I just spent many days smelling like big mac's & mcflurry mix. I don't know if it's changed since then but back in 2005 you could drink alcohol at 16, idiots . The 2nd day we were in Paris these morons are hungover and we were suppose to see the louvre , guess who the one person was that made it the louvre. Moi.

The louvre , you can get drunk anywhere , you don't go to Paris every day , I spent 7 hours in that Museum , I took in art for the first time , I took in a different culture, I had a genuine God Damn ham and cheese crepe, I took a nap on a bench in Monet's garden listening to Mozart's Moonlight sonata.

You can't chase happiness , you have to create it , you should be logical , but , you can't plan everything by the book.

There's a whole world out there , and there's so much opportunity , perhaps where you least expect it .

I don't mean tommorrow I'll be sailing a yacht around the world, but I've realized what makes me passionate , I haven't lived life by the textbook , and I've had life lessons, but that's lead to so many doors .

I mean when I ask what is it all for ? I think it's for taking a breath , and stopping to smell the roses .

I think it's all for the moments that make up the lifetime , sure things have changed , there's new paths to new challenges , but life doesn't stop .
For me , I'm seeing it's all for continuing , taking chances , exploring more, looking beyond my own backdoor again, I know this was one thing that my parent's loved and I think getting out there and seeing what makes this world worth all of it is what it's all for for me .

Late nights under stars , summer sunrises on the edge of the atlantic , hoodies in the rockies .
So what it's all for , for me it's keeping the light that gets you through life burning bright and to keep that burning bright , sometimes you don't follow a beaten path .

(yea.im sorry I know not a sexy thread , but I guess I just wonder if I'm the only one who thinks like this , and sometimes , I just feel like putting thoughts to words when expressing yourself , can be therapeutic.
 
I was skimming through the threads and saw your title, decided to take a look. I don't know if it is appropriate behavior to respond to somebody's cathartic post, but - let's be honest here - I've done way more inappropriate things in my life. Forgive an old man for intruding, 'cuz we're likely to do it anyway.

A veterinarian once told me to never give away pets - he said people don't appreciate what they get for free. It seems you saw that on your Paris trip. The principle applies well beyond money.

I have to look back more than half of my life to remember: I used to wonder why elderly people were not in a hurry - given the relative amount of time left to them. Why did they take some much time to do everything? Was it really necessary for them to have to chit-chat with the clerk at the grocery store? The answer, of course, is there is no need to hurry to get somewhere once you have already arrived where you want to be. Oops, I should have marked that with "spoiler alert," sorry.

If I was a betting man, I'd put a whole $5 on you enjoying your journey and arriving there soon.
 
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