the GOLDEN oldies

i don't really see what the big deal is with getting old. you get some wrinkles, and your bones hurt. so what? take some asprin. think about all the years you had young. i want to date, i want to travel, i want to discover, i want to fall in love, i want to have children, i want to go to college, i want to get a career i love, i want to do so many things. how can someone possibly learn anything about life and the world around us if they do not live it for as long as possible. there isn't even enough time in one lifetime to learn all the secrets. And I'm not saying i would never die young, but i honestly can't imagine anything i could achieve by dying for that's more important than what i can learn by living.

Sid

In Siddhartha, Siddhartha weaves through and around many ideas and theories about life, and what it means to "find" yourself. By the end of the book, you realize that it is really impossible to "find" yourself because you're yourself all along. you just have to wait for you to show you yourself.(jeez, right?) how ironic that in western civilization they push the exact opposite idea. Right from the begining, your parents are getting you ready. ready to become something, become someone. And then they pass you off to your teachers who guide you, but also push the idea that there are so many things you have to do to become a someone. They prepare you for places that will prepare you for places...and so on and so forth. But you are who you are and no one can teach you that but yourself. you cant be anything other than who you are no matter what you know, or who you know. And as much as westerers stive to be someone, it seems kind of silly because we've all been someone all along.

how i measure my life. high school.

dreary days and fast paced nights
mark their end at the sound of a bell
and at the alarm, to your surprise
the sun had already risen
puffy eyes and crusty lips
your stiff joints move down the hall

another instant and you head is pounding
and these violent seconds bring a jolting end
to a moment that, like all moments,
tick away towards the end of your life

each heartbeat
is a heartbeat had
and a heartbeat you'll never get back
so as the siren is screaming
its just another moment
and just another moment had