That Small Thing.

Friday-
again.

The week passed by so fast- too fast-
again.

I need time, I need to find time, I need to make time-
to turn around-
calm down-

and think about the days that have flown
by.

Because people say, “What is the point of life?”

To live it with a purpose, surely.

But… what purpose? What am I doing-
everyday-
that I will remember and when I’m 85 years old-
I’ll tell myself that it was worthwhile?

Everyday-
I go to school. Get through my 7 classes. And then-
go home, do my homework,
watch TV.,
play piano (fat chance)
and go to sleep.

You could only say I have a life-
on the weekends. It seems like the world wakes up on
Friday night, the world wakes up from 5 days
in a coma.

2 days of bliss, and then-
the cycle starts all over again.

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So.
Friday-
again.

The week came and went.
I got time, I found time, I made time-
to turn around-
to calm down-

and think about the days that have flown
by.

Because people say, “What is the point of life?”

To live life with a purpose,
to find that small thing
in each and every single day
that puts a smile on my face-

to find that small moment in that never ending day
that I’ll remember for the rest of my life

that makes me think about who I am-
and how I will be in the future.

It makes all the difference in my day,

It makes all the difference between a vicious cycle
and a circle of life,

It makes all the difference between who I am
and who I could have been.

But-
don’t dwell on the past for too long-

because they are cannibals, these memories,

and they will eat you alive,
they will drown you with overwhelming emotions.

So.
Look forward, too. Look to the future.
And try to make yourself a better person.

Better than yesterday-

and tomorrow- better than
today.

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that’s it.
I’ve worn myself out.

No more meaningful posts until…

until I find time to calm down,
think about yesterday…

and hopefully my memories won’t eat me up.