based on a true story.

this is it. this is your life:
you sitting here, this very second, reading what might end up as a C- in a community college creative writing class.
this is what you (we) do.
its not about crossing the finish line, its about the 30 mile a week traning runs.
(dont get it fucked up)

its the in-betweens. its the lonely walks home. its the dreariness of sunday afternoons. its the reluctant dinners with parents. its the 2 hour internet masturbation sessions. its not in the diploma but in caffeine induced hours of study, slacking and video game tournaments.

it is the cliche': life is the journey.
it is the late night talks, the shared food, the sleepless nights, the droning monotony of commutes and the selfishness in loveless relationships.
its the lies you live and the insincerity of your actions.
(you dig your own grave...you know that, right?)

my faith lies not in the intangible or on a roll of the fucking dice.
it lives and breathes in the smiles of beautiful girls and the truth in bro hugs, in the late nights at diners, in long drives and mile markers.
(somewhere a lifetime song is playing)

cheat, lie, steal, dance, fuck, choke, kick, punch, draw, write, run, kill...
but just DO. just live you ungrateful bastards.

what do you remember the most? the time you payed your gas bill on time or the time you used that money to fly to europe? when you drove all through the night just high on hopes of a first kiss? or the time you spent laughing (and falling more in love with) your friends?
(because no time spent with friends is ever wasted)

this is your life. now. this second. this is what makes us. these moments. connected. one moment connected to another to another and so on. this is it. this is the future you talked about. how is it? right now. right this second. are you alive?



well then why not?


what ive realized about this (our own individual) journey is wherever you think you're going to "get" someday, will never (ever) feel close enough to what we envisioned for ourselves, even (and especially) when you arrive.
because along the way you will lose sight. because you thought it was about the finish line and you failed to appreciate the wind, the smells and the sweat of the 30 mile a week runs.

(dont get it fucked up).