My mom bought me tissues and she put them on my bed.
That little gesture made me so happy, made me realize how much she cares for me, how little I take notice of the random acts of kindness that can go on sometimes in my house.
It's been stressful lately, and I've depended on these little things that make me smile, that make me get a small fuzzy feeling in my heart.
School. You go for a good portion of your youth, spend most of your younger life in a classroom, and then you shoot out into the real world. Into a society that can be unforgiving and downright nasty sometimes. Surrounded by people: some will put you down, some will hold you up. There'll be ups, downs, ins, and outs, and you'll find extraordinary qualities in mundane details of everyday life. It's those little moments that make live worth living, that makes the long road bearable.
There have been times this past week when I've been entirely down in the dumps, wringing my hands, holding my head, crying. I've lashed out at Joe, at Sti, at my family, because my world was tumbling down around me. All because of that silly institution that rules our teenage lives, that causes us to break our backs. We strive to be the best... but for what? Does it really matter in the future? I don't know if going to CSI or Yale really makes a difference in the end.
Optimistic thought: we all end up dead anyway... Seriously. So it's not worth it to waste the precious time we have here angry, mad, upset, and cursing the world. Yes, I hate mankind just as much as the next person, but there has got to be some reason why we are here. I can't imagine that we don't have a purpose.
Then again, maybe I'm just dreaming...
P.S. I got my review from Dudette Revue, and I am suprised at the results. Thanks for the compliments, I was quite flattered. :)
