Ever wake up one morning, and something comes to mind? Something that you should have realized a long time ago, but didn't. That thing being, that maybe, just maybe, all those things that made you sad, all those things that made every single day that much worse, were kind of... meaningless? But you dwelled on them thinking, "well, if these certain parts of my life aren't getting better, why bother forgetting about them...they'll always be there". Then you think to yourself, was Mom right? Was she right all along in always telling me that if I looked at the good, how ever small, over the bad, how ever big, that maybe I would find myself a little happier? So you take a few minutes before getting ready for work to think about all the good. You think about all the friends you have, your family, the bonds you've made, the memories you have, the breakfasts, the Chuck Norris, the musicals, the parties, the five girls you've been able to turn to for six years, the roomies who can make you feel so good about yourself and that you can count on for anything, the best friend who plays Frank for you when you've had a bad day, the Thursday night adventures and Budda Buddies, the friend you have basically gone through everything you could in a lifetime with-in the matter of a year-and you know she'll always be there for a Disney movie or two, the fact you have an entire cast of friends that will try their hardest to make you stop crying closing night, the stolen Alberts mug on your shelf, your shelf that love built, KJB, all those immediate friendships that feel like they have been so strong for so long, when in reality it's only been one hour of time spent together, bonding, the few good times you've had at Union, the way people made you feel better after the bad ones, the fact Tiger ice cream now comes store bought, your twin you would give the world to if you only could; you think about all that, and it hits you: maybe moving out wasn't such a bad idea-you never thought it was, but everyone had their doubts. Maybe this is what you needed to help you realize that life has it's ups, and it's downs. Maybe just because you seem to have witnessed first hand far more downs than ups, and no matter how terrified of those downs you might be, that there are ups. And when there aren't, you have people to help you through those downs-which in a sense is an up itself. Sure there will always be downs, they will never go away, but it's a lot better to look at those ups, makes it easier to deal with the downs knowing if it does get harder, you'll still have those people and those things, that even in the worst of times, make everything seem worth it.
shaun is a boy
the boy i love <3
