LIVING FOR THE GRAND_________________________

You know I was thinking, maybe life doesn’t have to be so grand like it is in my head. Life is always on a pedestal and then – a higher pedestal. It never comes down, and I don’t think it should, it should just keep on moving forward and higher towards my goals. Life is like a trophy for me.

But then I think, things that are so simple, nothing grandeur can be so satisfying. Like, having a bubble tea in my hand and a friend beside me just driving to nowhere. Or just sittin in silence, just aslong company is in my hands, is yet so refreshing.

Or, my favourite, standing ontop of the Empire State and just breathe in the life of the city.

Why is that I enjoy these things so much more at times, than the good ol’ partying or road trip?

Well maybe the trophy has be taken down sometime or the other to be polished and wiped down by it’s owner to really keep it shining, to really  keep the life in itself. No use if it sits there only to be consumed by dust, and all the nasty things life throws at it.

Turn life down a notch. And everything just seems more in perspective, more worthwhile.

But hey, maybe your life is all for the idea of grandeur?

“CHILL” BLOG? No not really.

I go through other people’s xangas and there are some that jumps out at me with a sense that, I should also pursue a life of fun and happiness. Though I go back to my writings, maybe 5 to 10 entries ago, and they all sound so gloom. Why can’t my xanga be the ones that are only focused on the good times and just good ol’ hanging out with friends? Is it because I don’t go out enough? No, I go out as much as my schedule can afford to, thus  i am not complaining. So what is it? Why does my writing feel like it’s so dark, like itself has a vacuous hole just sucking every emotion out of it?

My only conclusion to this is that my life moves too fast. So fast I can’t really sit down and dwell on any of the bad, rotting emotions. So when I actually have the time to stop by the xanga block, the only thing I can get out is the bad apples in my life.

Do I overburden myself with too much work, that blessings become underrated and forgotten?

I don’t know what it is. Maybe my blogs aren’t meant for the summaries of my hang outs with my friends. It’s not a chill-blog. Maybe my blog is different. It’s nelle’s blog: when she actually has time to sit down and talk.

Good-day Xangans.