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i found this: life essentially comes down to two things, and it applies in almost every philosophy on living:
the good you do and the bad you do.
People will remember you for the good you do, the times you helped a friend in need, leant them money, helped them through a rough time so and so forth. But you will also be measured on the bad you do, the times you talked behind somebodies back, you cheated on your boyfriend/girlfriend and you will be remembered and often stigmatized to live out under these both of these things. Get the reputation as someone to rely on, and every single person you know will be turning to you, get the reputation as a bad person and people will avoid you like the plague.
I have tried to live my life doing what I think is good, and what I think is right. Often enough I was very misguided in my inentions and sometimes the best of intentions turned into some of the most traumatic situations I've ever been privy to. What im going through now is no exception to this rule.
I have never thought myself to be well liked, in fact I have always known that I have been a person who has been resented and spoken ill of from as early as I can remember in grade school to as recent as tonite. I know that life cannot be lived pleasing everyone, and indeed all of us make enemies in life. I've read and re-read my favorite book Catcher in the Rye, and now more so than ever do I understand what drew me into it so much.
I wake up every morning and the first thing I think is that I had wasted the previous one trying to make every moment of it count for something, to do some good. And each morning I realize that Im doing nothing of the sort, and in fact no one really is, and thats what makes me sad.
I long to be understood, and not in the melodramatic "why dont people get me?!" high school menagerie sort of way, but I wish I could do something for someone, or everyone I know that will make them remember me for the good that I did. but each day now is just a missed oppurtunity.
I think Shakespeare had it best: "the evil that men do doth live after them, the good is oft interred with their bones"
what scares me so much is that one day I know this is all going to end, I'll be packed away in my coffin or lit up like a torch and stuffed in a jar and I cant help but think of who will want me on their mantleplace. I hate myself for the way Ive hurt others, the love I have forsaken, the friendships I have ruined through selfish and greedy choices and actions. I ask is it too late for me?
And i felt it just... Well..... Is
the good you do and the bad you do.
People will remember you for the good you do, the times you helped a friend in need, leant them money, helped them through a rough time so and so forth. But you will also be measured on the bad you do, the times you talked behind somebodies back, you cheated on your boyfriend/girlfriend and you will be remembered and often stigmatized to live out under these both of these things. Get the reputation as someone to rely on, and every single person you know will be turning to you, get the reputation as a bad person and people will avoid you like the plague.
I have tried to live my life doing what I think is good, and what I think is right. Often enough I was very misguided in my inentions and sometimes the best of intentions turned into some of the most traumatic situations I've ever been privy to. What im going through now is no exception to this rule.
I have never thought myself to be well liked, in fact I have always known that I have been a person who has been resented and spoken ill of from as early as I can remember in grade school to as recent as tonite. I know that life cannot be lived pleasing everyone, and indeed all of us make enemies in life. I've read and re-read my favorite book Catcher in the Rye, and now more so than ever do I understand what drew me into it so much.
I wake up every morning and the first thing I think is that I had wasted the previous one trying to make every moment of it count for something, to do some good. And each morning I realize that Im doing nothing of the sort, and in fact no one really is, and thats what makes me sad.
I long to be understood, and not in the melodramatic "why dont people get me?!" high school menagerie sort of way, but I wish I could do something for someone, or everyone I know that will make them remember me for the good that I did. but each day now is just a missed oppurtunity.
I think Shakespeare had it best: "the evil that men do doth live after them, the good is oft interred with their bones"
what scares me so much is that one day I know this is all going to end, I'll be packed away in my coffin or lit up like a torch and stuffed in a jar and I cant help but think of who will want me on their mantleplace. I hate myself for the way Ive hurt others, the love I have forsaken, the friendships I have ruined through selfish and greedy choices and actions. I ask is it too late for me?
And i felt it just... Well..... Is