Regardless of the hours I've spent in deep thoughts and writing, people
will never understand how my head is always pretty much trying killing me in
late night “I need you to think right now” moments. I am not implying that I
hate it, but sometimes these thoughts are popping up at the wrong time and so
emotion consuming that I prefer early morning coffees with them (which never
happened). But as lives will, the night time had always been the loveliest time
to do it.
My thoughts are rascals of their own, as you can see. They can be really
troubling - especially when they turn my night sleep into their
"experiment hours" so that I would sit here talking to a piece of
blank paper rather than sleeping right now. Not only my night hours are turned
into nightmares but also they drag me into this world of maturity an 18 year
old teenage girl shouldn't have been going through (oblivion, for instance).
But no matter how hard I tried to dislike my late night thoughts, I couldn't
say I hate them for making me do this because in the end I truly know that this
will be an advantage to me - a point where I realized ideas can't ever be
squared by anything. But then again, my sleeping hours? NO.
Just earlier last night I was going through an in-depth talk with one of my
teachers at a friend's birthday party. We were talking about dozens of stuff
when these thoughts hit me. Therefore, my midnight was scattered with
inaccurately said to be deep thoughts as follows:
I wonder if we will ever find our place in-between these people who are
loved widely but not deeply - if we are those people who are different in the
outcome of our thoughts.
I wondered as well whether this vague universe is also a place to belong to
them; those who find it so easy to feel connected in the party life.
The fact that we won't be able to befriend everyone because what we will
get is what we deserve exhausts me like **c*. But again, I would prefer being
loved deeply rather than widely when the question pops out.
It is also about how we are merely humans that fearing oblivion is just
plain bullshit that we can't help thinking about it ourselves. Well, at one
point, it's still good to be remembered, though. But not about being “not
forgotten forever”.
Jumping from one idea to another made me realize in the end that my
thoughts were right most of the time when they told me that doing the right
thing is what this world really wants; that no matter how loud the world is, I
am going to be that person who notice - a gift of nature to others; that I, for
once, is capable of making someone whose been lost for so long feel accepted
again.
I believe you know who you are. Thank you for making me stayed up late
tonight. I am beyond grateful. -red