Life in Your 20's, in the fast lane, or In a movie: Suicide is not Okay
I am living in a world where we have to pay to date someone or find someone to date. No, but seriously though. Before internet, you couldn't just type in a search box to locate someone or something to do on the weekend. We drug test kids as young as sixteen when before we didn't even have the equipment to pull of a task. Hey, when I ran that unfortunate red light last week(awful by the way), imagine less roads, no cameras, no fines, less cops. Was the world better or worse? I love the motion pictures, but I have begun to detest the media, making me feel more increasingly in angst and stressed and or emotional. I agree that what we feel we own, but if a preacher wasn't clear when he said satan is all around us, then I need to pull the blinders off if I have them on. This life is crazy and no it isn't getting fluffier, easier, or more peaceful. That's in the Teddy Crafters Department in the mall, not outside, real world. We move for change so quickly, it's as if a stage production can't hold enough costume changes for an entire decades worth of work that such we call the illustration of the ages.
Our lives are not like the movies. If they were, I would be married to Mark Sloan living in a beachside home in Maine, or a cabin like place in the outskirts of Washington and the mountains. I think I attribute much of my dislikes and depression, or maybe it's just my lack luster or boredom to being unsatisfied with my current life. Some people write that is only natural for people in their 20's to complain, to rush, to excuse the unaccusable, and create waves when there isn't an ocean. I will stand up and say that yes on occasion, I have been unhappy that things are not going my way or not going a certain way quickly enough. At this, lol I have to laugh. Forgive me for a moment, but really I think we all have some forward thinking into our lives, and encounter disappointment. We want the fast lane, the expressway, that takes us from point A to point B; no detours, no accidents, no confusion, no stress, no sadness, no problems, just get me there.
Life in your 20's is confusing. I get that it is supposed to be challenging and fun and exciting. Ha Lord willing maybe it's even happy and beautiful. In this 21st century I have seen more tragic ends and stories upon stories of young people giving up their lives. Such a poor decision to end a life. I won't put that lightly. In fact, I won't even support it. Suicide is not a joke, it's a horrific happenstance of a biological imbalance of a person who so strongly believes that quitting is their only one true option. Reporting from being witness to such acts, or to attempted ones, it's so scary, I can hardly write about it. Everyday, I struggle with anxiety, a bit of depression, bits of immaturity (I would gather), and the need to control. I will freely divulge this isn't a reason to give in. I am weird and I love it. I love that I am me and that I am striving to grow and learn even if I am struggling. I am currently sitting Indian style in my apartment bathroom on the rug listening to the neighbors dog bark at nothing at all, and typing away. I read an article and it ripped me six ways from Sunday. A teacher hung herself, or just two months ago, a girl jumped from a water tower to her death. Life was just too much. I don't see that. In each one, I read how positive they were and their fervor towards life and others and their passions.
In what way, can we make this clear? What you do, can and will affect others. Period. To the educators, to the bosses, lawyers, psychologists, and to anyone who sees the statistic, this is WRONG. A gay teen shoots himself because no one will accept him. I get that there are thousands of other issues that almost everyone and anyone doesn't have time for. Are we too busy to see this? Get involved, look out for one another, love, serve, give, and pass the contagiousness on until it has nowhere else to spread! I will admit right here on paper, I am going to therapy to get in touch with who I am and it's embarrassing, hell I even want to quit some days, but I have a goal in mind, and I want to reach it, I want to be happy., because this life is to be lived, meltdowns, praises, laughing, and such, all of it, every emotional crazy in one segment to another. Remember, we have a second chance every time we think we don't. I did not know you Jillian Jacobson, but your community sure did. Life in your 20's or life in your 40's, don't let it be your dark side of tomorrow, sure the weight of the world could be upon you, believe me in some of my worst moments it is. I propose that at your worst, it's only bound to get better. And if you don't believe me, look up Matthew 6:24-31 or John 3:16. Night all.
Our lives are not like the movies. If they were, I would be married to Mark Sloan living in a beachside home in Maine, or a cabin like place in the outskirts of Washington and the mountains. I think I attribute much of my dislikes and depression, or maybe it's just my lack luster or boredom to being unsatisfied with my current life. Some people write that is only natural for people in their 20's to complain, to rush, to excuse the unaccusable, and create waves when there isn't an ocean. I will stand up and say that yes on occasion, I have been unhappy that things are not going my way or not going a certain way quickly enough. At this, lol I have to laugh. Forgive me for a moment, but really I think we all have some forward thinking into our lives, and encounter disappointment. We want the fast lane, the expressway, that takes us from point A to point B; no detours, no accidents, no confusion, no stress, no sadness, no problems, just get me there.
Life in your 20's is confusing. I get that it is supposed to be challenging and fun and exciting. Ha Lord willing maybe it's even happy and beautiful. In this 21st century I have seen more tragic ends and stories upon stories of young people giving up their lives. Such a poor decision to end a life. I won't put that lightly. In fact, I won't even support it. Suicide is not a joke, it's a horrific happenstance of a biological imbalance of a person who so strongly believes that quitting is their only one true option. Reporting from being witness to such acts, or to attempted ones, it's so scary, I can hardly write about it. Everyday, I struggle with anxiety, a bit of depression, bits of immaturity (I would gather), and the need to control. I will freely divulge this isn't a reason to give in. I am weird and I love it. I love that I am me and that I am striving to grow and learn even if I am struggling. I am currently sitting Indian style in my apartment bathroom on the rug listening to the neighbors dog bark at nothing at all, and typing away. I read an article and it ripped me six ways from Sunday. A teacher hung herself, or just two months ago, a girl jumped from a water tower to her death. Life was just too much. I don't see that. In each one, I read how positive they were and their fervor towards life and others and their passions.
In what way, can we make this clear? What you do, can and will affect others. Period. To the educators, to the bosses, lawyers, psychologists, and to anyone who sees the statistic, this is WRONG. A gay teen shoots himself because no one will accept him. I get that there are thousands of other issues that almost everyone and anyone doesn't have time for. Are we too busy to see this? Get involved, look out for one another, love, serve, give, and pass the contagiousness on until it has nowhere else to spread! I will admit right here on paper, I am going to therapy to get in touch with who I am and it's embarrassing, hell I even want to quit some days, but I have a goal in mind, and I want to reach it, I want to be happy., because this life is to be lived, meltdowns, praises, laughing, and such, all of it, every emotional crazy in one segment to another. Remember, we have a second chance every time we think we don't. I did not know you Jillian Jacobson, but your community sure did. Life in your 20's or life in your 40's, don't let it be your dark side of tomorrow, sure the weight of the world could be upon you, believe me in some of my worst moments it is. I propose that at your worst, it's only bound to get better. And if you don't believe me, look up Matthew 6:24-31 or John 3:16. Night all.
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