happyfilmluvguy
Call Me a Cab
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Some say when you grow older in age, you lose your distinction between work and play. You've lived long enough to accept life as it is and try hard to keep going. Even endless travelers who spend their entire lives forever looking for a new experience eventually settle. I've had a lot of downfalls as well as up. I feel I made a choice, but I know it doesn't have to be one direction.
Today I had a bit of trouble after a friend of mine introduced himself to some new people. He's shy like I am, but seemed he had the courage to stand against it to gain a friendship. He succeeded, which I'm sure he was proud of. Me on the other hand, stayed behind, kept quiet, tried to talk but felt the words coming out weren't the words I wanted to say. I felt distant and knew I was. I became the follower who always questions their journey and only follows the road hoping that it doesn't end. They don't think about what they should do on the way. The road is the leader.
I feel I've become distant from my friends. I know that when you are out of high school, work and play become separate categories. You see your friends when you can but it's never the same as before, when you knew the next day you'd see them in class or in the lunchroom. I don't think I had much of a high school life anyways. haha. I felt I made a choice of direction. Work or play? Which way to go? I want to be something, I want to do something. I feel I've left the path of friendship to follow the road to success. That isn't the best choice. I talk business all the time and don't know why but can't always find a normal subject.
I tell a story starting from the middle and the observers lose interest because they don't know who I am and what I want. I really enjoy having friends. At one point that was all that kept me going. Friendship is a part of me that would be like my heart being ripped out if taken away. I feel it has come close. Maybe it's all in my mind. Maybe that day my friend introduced himself, I just didn't feel like being me, telling them who I am. Perhaps I was afraid. Perhaps they felt I didn't like them. Perhaps they felt I was shy. Perhaps they didn't think at all. But I know I could have done better.
Work and play? I'll enjoy myself when working and set it aside when I want to come out and play. It's difficult, or maybe not. My journey has only begun, and if the road ends, I'll pave a new one in a different direction.
Has anyone had this sort of experience in life?
Today I had a bit of trouble after a friend of mine introduced himself to some new people. He's shy like I am, but seemed he had the courage to stand against it to gain a friendship. He succeeded, which I'm sure he was proud of. Me on the other hand, stayed behind, kept quiet, tried to talk but felt the words coming out weren't the words I wanted to say. I felt distant and knew I was. I became the follower who always questions their journey and only follows the road hoping that it doesn't end. They don't think about what they should do on the way. The road is the leader.
I feel I've become distant from my friends. I know that when you are out of high school, work and play become separate categories. You see your friends when you can but it's never the same as before, when you knew the next day you'd see them in class or in the lunchroom. I don't think I had much of a high school life anyways. haha. I felt I made a choice of direction. Work or play? Which way to go? I want to be something, I want to do something. I feel I've left the path of friendship to follow the road to success. That isn't the best choice. I talk business all the time and don't know why but can't always find a normal subject.
I tell a story starting from the middle and the observers lose interest because they don't know who I am and what I want. I really enjoy having friends. At one point that was all that kept me going. Friendship is a part of me that would be like my heart being ripped out if taken away. I feel it has come close. Maybe it's all in my mind. Maybe that day my friend introduced himself, I just didn't feel like being me, telling them who I am. Perhaps I was afraid. Perhaps they felt I didn't like them. Perhaps they felt I was shy. Perhaps they didn't think at all. But I know I could have done better.
Work and play? I'll enjoy myself when working and set it aside when I want to come out and play. It's difficult, or maybe not. My journey has only begun, and if the road ends, I'll pave a new one in a different direction.
Has anyone had this sort of experience in life?