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Title: Round We Go
Fandom: The Used
Characters: Quinn Allman/Jepha Howard
Prompt: 44. Circle
Word Count:
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Live. Laugh. Learn. Die.
Author's Notes: don’t own, didn’t happen. Written for fanfic100
dedication: Lilly(kismetasari), because I love her more than anything.
Jeph’s POV
People call me cynical. Something I don’t think I’ve ever really understood. I mean, I understand the context and definition of the word, that isn’t it. I guess I just don’t see how it really applies to me. And it’s not because I’m oblivious to my own outlook on life, because really, how could I be? I’m the one living it.
But I don’t know. I guess that’s something I don’t really understand either, living your own life. I don’t really think that we have control over what we do. It’s not really destiny so much as it is a cycle. A never ending cycle to which every living thing is bound to. We don’t really live our own lives. They’re already mapped out for us.
So I guess this takes away from the whole idea of making your own choices. It seems a little irrelevant. Because if we aren’t living our own lives then we’re not making decisions, and that’s kind of depressing. I think the choices we seemingly have to make have all been laid out for us, and in our minds we already know which path we are going to take, we just pretend to look at other options to make ourselves feel better, to make us seem like we have some control on our set in stone lives.
And this isn’t saying that I believe in some higher deity is laying everything out for us. On the contrary, I don’t really have a religion. I think that is also apart of the way things are meant to play out. We are given illusions of some higher power so that we feel small, so that we feel someone is watching out for us.
So that we have someone to blame.
Our emotions, thoughts, actions, and people we are attracted to are controlled by this track of life. The people we are supposed to meet, we meet. The ones we are meant to love, we love.
We hate. We care. We want. We need.
And we have no control over who this happens with.
And I know I’m not the only one who has noticed this. Have you ever wondered why you cannot control your emotions? Have you ever loved someone you know you shouldn’t? This is because that’s how it was written, so that is the way it must be lived out.
Control is an illusion, we just refuse to believe it. Either that or we’re just too oblivious to see what’s right in front of our eyes.
We all start off the same, in a swirling blackness that’s seemingly endless, in a warmth and safety that’s compared to nothing else. It is only in this oblivion that we are free. When we’re born, we’re each given a different map that will follow us through life. We live it to the best of our ability, and sometimes people are given the shorter end of the stick than the other. The poor can blame the government, or whatever else excuse they have. And the rich can say they’re lucky. But that’s not how it actually is. It’s the way it was meant to be. We laugh. We smile. We can make the most of our mediocre lives. Or we can cry. It all depends on what cards were dealt to you. We learn. We advance to the edges of what’s expected. Never behind, never beyond.
And then, we die. Returned back to oblivion.
It’s a circle. A cruel one. But a cycle nonetheless.
We’re born alone. We die alone.
When you’ve lived your purpose. Your story is over. It’s time to say goodbye.
Sometimes we never find the person we are destined to be with. But those who can’t weren’t looking that hard in the first place. Or it’s possible that we just weren’t given one at all.
I’m not speaking of this from a depressed point of view. No, because I’ve found the love of my life.
His name is Quinn Allman.
I love him more than anything else. And I thank my destined path for him every day. Sometimes things just work, and you find who you’re going to love. And you know you’ll spend the rest of your life with them. And you’ll do anything to make sure that they’re happy. Suddenly you don’t matter anymore. The other person does. And it’s a wonderful feeling, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Quinn doesn’t share my views about the way things are panned out for us. And that’s okay. Not a lot of people do. I don’t know why though. I mean, people will believe in god, but they won’t believe me? Hell, at least they know I’m real.
But this isn’t about religion. This is about life.
It’s about the circle we’re all bound to.
We’re born. We live. We learn. We laugh. We die.
Round we go.
And then it’s gone.
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Eh.
Fandom: The Used
Characters: Quinn Allman/Jepha Howard
Prompt: 44. Circle
Word Count:
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Live. Laugh. Learn. Die.
Author's Notes: don’t own, didn’t happen. Written for fanfic100
dedication: Lilly(kismetasari), because I love her more than anything.
Jeph’s POV
People call me cynical. Something I don’t think I’ve ever really understood. I mean, I understand the context and definition of the word, that isn’t it. I guess I just don’t see how it really applies to me. And it’s not because I’m oblivious to my own outlook on life, because really, how could I be? I’m the one living it.
But I don’t know. I guess that’s something I don’t really understand either, living your own life. I don’t really think that we have control over what we do. It’s not really destiny so much as it is a cycle. A never ending cycle to which every living thing is bound to. We don’t really live our own lives. They’re already mapped out for us.
So I guess this takes away from the whole idea of making your own choices. It seems a little irrelevant. Because if we aren’t living our own lives then we’re not making decisions, and that’s kind of depressing. I think the choices we seemingly have to make have all been laid out for us, and in our minds we already know which path we are going to take, we just pretend to look at other options to make ourselves feel better, to make us seem like we have some control on our set in stone lives.
And this isn’t saying that I believe in some higher deity is laying everything out for us. On the contrary, I don’t really have a religion. I think that is also apart of the way things are meant to play out. We are given illusions of some higher power so that we feel small, so that we feel someone is watching out for us.
So that we have someone to blame.
Our emotions, thoughts, actions, and people we are attracted to are controlled by this track of life. The people we are supposed to meet, we meet. The ones we are meant to love, we love.
We hate. We care. We want. We need.
And we have no control over who this happens with.
And I know I’m not the only one who has noticed this. Have you ever wondered why you cannot control your emotions? Have you ever loved someone you know you shouldn’t? This is because that’s how it was written, so that is the way it must be lived out.
Control is an illusion, we just refuse to believe it. Either that or we’re just too oblivious to see what’s right in front of our eyes.
We all start off the same, in a swirling blackness that’s seemingly endless, in a warmth and safety that’s compared to nothing else. It is only in this oblivion that we are free. When we’re born, we’re each given a different map that will follow us through life. We live it to the best of our ability, and sometimes people are given the shorter end of the stick than the other. The poor can blame the government, or whatever else excuse they have. And the rich can say they’re lucky. But that’s not how it actually is. It’s the way it was meant to be. We laugh. We smile. We can make the most of our mediocre lives. Or we can cry. It all depends on what cards were dealt to you. We learn. We advance to the edges of what’s expected. Never behind, never beyond.
And then, we die. Returned back to oblivion.
It’s a circle. A cruel one. But a cycle nonetheless.
We’re born alone. We die alone.
When you’ve lived your purpose. Your story is over. It’s time to say goodbye.
Sometimes we never find the person we are destined to be with. But those who can’t weren’t looking that hard in the first place. Or it’s possible that we just weren’t given one at all.
I’m not speaking of this from a depressed point of view. No, because I’ve found the love of my life.
His name is Quinn Allman.
I love him more than anything else. And I thank my destined path for him every day. Sometimes things just work, and you find who you’re going to love. And you know you’ll spend the rest of your life with them. And you’ll do anything to make sure that they’re happy. Suddenly you don’t matter anymore. The other person does. And it’s a wonderful feeling, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Quinn doesn’t share my views about the way things are panned out for us. And that’s okay. Not a lot of people do. I don’t know why though. I mean, people will believe in god, but they won’t believe me? Hell, at least they know I’m real.
But this isn’t about religion. This is about life.
It’s about the circle we’re all bound to.
We’re born. We live. We learn. We laugh. We die.
Round we go.
And then it’s gone.
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Eh.