This past weekend I visited my friend Lauren in Boston for her 21st birthday. I had a great time! I missed the bombings by a day, my heart goes out to all those injured and lost.
a picture I took of my friend Alecksa on her roof. good mornin’ Brooklyn!
tell me my homemade salad doesn’t look delicious & I’ll tell you you’re lying!
I was at my friends apartment in the city & at 2 am got cookies & milk delivered. sweet
We learn we must go to school to become successful, to finish our homework before we go out to play, to study hard to get good grades. We learn nothing in life comes for free, so you have to get the best job, climb the ladder, don’t care who you push or hurt on the way up. We learn we must listen to the rules, don’t break them or you’ll pay, do time. Listen to the big guy, no not God, the Government. We learn to love, but how do we love ourselves first if we are taught to fit the mold. A life was given to us but we’re told what to do like a directions manual. To actually live we must teach ourselves, learn from our own mistakes. What about our own definitions of happiness and success. Why is it that our own self fulfillment be looked down upon no matter what it be. Why must one be judged based on an act or opinion? Why must one need a university stamped piece of paper that determines their career? We learn life is so short, why not do what we want?
I know I haven’t written here in a while. I just finished watching “The Boy in the Striped Pajamas” and it got me in a weird mood and I started thinking about a lot of things. It was a great movie but I cried like a baby. I fell in love with the innocence of the characters Bruno and Shmuel. The movie broke my heart. Until next time…
“Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows.”
ta ta for now
my puppies Daisy & Lily
my best friend and i