Today while I was walking over to get lunch for my mom and I, I was reminded of something. That thing was really important to me at that moment, but now, after many hours, I have forgotten it. I feel rather anxious that I can't remember it.
Why are thoughts fleeting? Is the transient nature of thoughts the reason why most of us see the need to document our experiences with tangible objects such as photographs or purchased items? I want for our memories to suffice, but memories fade. When the memory fades, does it mean that the experience is any less important? Do we have to prove to others that we've been there, done that?
I don't really know what's getting to me. I feel restless and tired. Somehow, most people around me have a PLAN. They have planS. Whilst I, have watched 11 episodes of Fringe today. I have also vacuumed both floors and painted my nails. I also bought a pomfret, but I have chucked it into the fridge. I have no plans. No plans whatsoever.
And at this point of time, two tracks come to mind
Pretty much, I'm just a teenage dirtbag who doesn't know her age. :D
Pretty much, happiness is a choice. I feel overwhelmed by what life's gonna bring me; I feel lazy to revise for my last examination of my university; I want answers but they're only going to be provided by myself. So hey. Listen to some silly music and be happy. Life will sort itself out. Forget the tears from hours back. Forget the fight. Move on.
I'm glad I'm alive
Labels: blink182, favourite, growing up, I love, in the never ending search for answers, Life, teenage dirtbag, whats my age again
