I'm content with little things, give me something good and I won't ask for more.. Yet I dream all the time, spectacular dreams filled with optimism, they never happen but I'm still content with what I have.. Maybe I just like dreaming, cause dreaming is safe.. my two feet are on the ground. If I fall in my dream, I won't actually fall in reality.
Sometimes I act really moronic and do stupid things. (especially in camp nowadays) cause I think it's fun, and more happiness is spread around this way. but the next moment, I'm responsible, serious, and actually act my age or even older.
One thing that stays the same though is the way I am around my parents.. Maybe it's something to do with the way I was brought up.. or it's just the way how parents always make their children feel small no matter how old they are.. I'm just the way I am 10 years ago.. although I've most certainly shed that side of my personality long ago.
sometimes I think I'm really just mental.. is there a need to change? I'm mostly content with who I am, but almost always feels a need to change parts of myself.
Maybe the real question to be asked is why be content, where there can be so much more awesomeness. again, it's about my upbringing, the principles that I cannot change.. be content with what you have, what you will receive. and just go to sleep..
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