Our lives are full of choices. What to wear, what to eat, who to be friends with, who to date, what to do with our lives, whether or not to write that next blog post, what to hashtag on twitter, and so forth. I bet a lot of people wonder whether or not their choices matter. And while I don't really know for certain, I think they do.
What you do in this life matters. Because, in the whole scheme of the world, it actually doesn't matter what you do, and for all anyone cares, you could die alone with no friends. But the people that choose to be good in spite of the fact that, in a few years, their actions will become obsolete, those, in my mind, are the good people.
My favorite movie quote of all time (it's from Charlie Bartlett) goes like this:
"Charlie, there are more important things in the world than popularity."
"Look, everyone keeps saying that, but the reality is, I'm seventeen, and popularity is pretty damn important to me."
"Charlie, there are more important things."
"Like What!" (shouted)
"Like what you do with that popularity. Look, I've been around long enough to know that what you do in this life matters."
At my school, a lot of choices have been made, quite recently. And the choices made by one individual, are not those I would ever make, or can even begin to understand. Now, I probably don't have the right to weigh in on the topic, being that I'm not really good friends with any of the parties involved in the situation, but I feel like, the whole thing just sucks. For everyone involved. And my heart goes out to the person affected by this. But I don't really know what to do about it, so I'm writing it on the blog.
There is also another important thing we choose in life- what we choose to see. Because some people choose the glass half-empty, and others choose the glass half-full. Others choose the glass on mars, and others choose to see real life, what people really feel. Because a profile picture isn't an accurate representation of what is going on in a person's life. Contrary to popular opinion.
This week was a bit of a meltdown week for many parties, myself included (sorry Christine if I freaked you out, it wasn't intentional). There have been shouting fights, yelling, nastiness, and all-out sobbing over locking yourself out of your car and having to get to practice, like RIGHT NOW, or being afraid that no one will ever love you, and screaming over how much homework you have, and how life is unfair. So, to say it's been a long week, is a bit of an understatement.
Because the reality is, it's been a long year. I've lost people who were important to me, people who I thought were my true friends. I've gained a lot of friends too, but hurting kind of sucks more...
Anyways, the point I'm trying to make is that as a resident of planet Earth, I have to make a lot of choices about, well, everything. And to choose to see a person in pain, and to help them, is something I consciously do. Or I like to try to do. Even if I really hate that person, and really don't want to help them, I've been there. I've been in the position where you can't do anything but cry because it hurts so much, and you know the hurting isn't going to stop anytime soon. We've all been there. And we all know how comforting another person's presence can be. So just to be there is enough.
I've realized recently that I've done some pretty bad things in my life. Not like, a drugs and alcohol fueled sex rampage, but I haven't always been the person I am. And I realize that I don't want to be a good person, and do the right things just to get into heaven, or to be praised for being a good person.
I want to do the right thing because it's the right thing to do. That's the only way to explain it.
"Like the dead sea, you told me I was like the dead sea, you'll never sink when you are with me."
"If it's a friend you need, let it be me, let it be me."
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