"another turning point, a fork stuck in the road.

time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to do.

so make the best of this test, and don't ask why.

it's not a question, but a lesson learned in time.



it's something unpredictable, but in the end is right.

i hope you had the time of your life.



so take the photographs, and still frames in your mind.

hang it on a shelf of good health and good time.

tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial.

for what it's worth, it was worth all the while.

i hope you had the time of your life."

-green day, good riddance (time of your life)-



it seems like everyone's confused these days. and rightly so. the twenties were meant to be confusing. it occured to me however, that it never really gets much better. victor had a quote pinned on his computer, "this is the worst day of the rest of your life." that's probably supposed to mean that it only gets better, but apply that quote to every day and every day then becomes the worst day of your life. at what point will we actually be happy and content and settled? right now, it's all about securing jobs, friends, families, futures. but that's never really going to change for the next fifty years or so. will we be happier when we're older and saddled with families and children and success? perhaps we'll have achieved goals, but the same worry themes will invade our thoughts. to achieve happiness based on exterior things is entirely impossible. (even though money is happiness in 90% of all cases) sure, exterior things will make life bob up or down, but at the very core of it, you can still be happy in the worst of circumstances. or terribly upset in the best of circumstances.



i'm confused by the unforgiving push of life. to achieve the life goals that are handed down every five birthdays. when does it end? at 60 and retirement and grandchildren? are we working so hard (well, are you working so hard. i don't work.) just so we can produce another generation? i fail to see how thirty will be happier than twenty. if anything, right now we have the open expanses of life before us. sure, everything is in flux but there's an excitement to it. at thirty, we'll be asked to hold up the world, and the weight will be only that much more crushing. so i understand all this. but why does the road ahead seem to get narrower with each glance?