The only people I ever needed were my parents. And now, I’ve met so many people, all of them influencing me in one form or another. Whether it was a stranger on the street who shot me a smile or someone who became close to me and let me down in the end, I am what they’ve made of me. What drives my thoughts, my actions, my ideas are the people I’ve met. It’s inevitable that I’m going to come across even more people who will continue to change my life. Billions of people in this world and we all have our stories. I think it’s all crazy, seriously. I think it’s crazy how I don’t know any of you yet you guys understand what I’m trying to say. I think it’s crazy how the people I do know are still trying to figure me out. I think it’s crazy how my family doesn’t know everything about me anymore like how they used to.
I think it’s crazy how the people closest to me are still sometimes the furthest away. I think it’s crazy how someone who I didn’t know a year ago means a shit-ton to me now. Like, were you meant to come into my life? I was at SM the other day and in line, I looked around at all the faces and wondered to myself what their situation is and for a moment, we were all waiting for the same thing, we were all in the same situation. I was on an escalator and again, I wondered to myself where we were all going to end up in life and for a moment we were all headed the same way, with the same destination. It’s like, even though every individual is different with our own little, peculiar traits that makes us who we are, we’re still the same while we’re trying to be different. We’ve all had the same thoughts at one point, felt the same way, gone through the same thing. I can’t completely understand why people always say “you don’t know how I feel, you don’t know what it’s like to be me,” because, in some strange sense, I do. Although some cases are worse than others, everyone knows what it feels like to be hurt, happy, and all that shit. It’s a strange and amazing thing, the fact that we spend a whole entire life time just to figure out what life is. And at the end of it all, we’ve wasted the years by accompanying ourselves with people who’s in it for the same thing, themselves.
Even the people whose life goal is to help others, they’re doing that for themselves in a sense, because it makes themselves happy. We’re all just tryna do the same thing here, be happy. But it’s crazy because, we’re all unhappy at one point because of others but they’re just trying to be happy too. LOL FUCK MAN, am I the only who thinks all this shit makes sense?
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