I've always wondered why we do the things we do.
Seriously, think about it. What makes us get up in the morning, put on a fresh set of clothes, and walk out the door every single day of our lives? What's the reason that we try and progress in life, that we value our bodies and minds so much so that we continuously train them in hopes of achieving greater goals? A foolish man would say it's money, but an even more foolish man would say it's something much more valuable:
Love.
As corny as it sounds, love is the deciding factor to the countless decisions we make and actions we take on a daily basis. And even more interesting is the fact that there's so many different kinds of it. Naturally, you'd have the love that two people in a relationship feel towards one another, a sense of trust and comfortability that fuels the happiness between two significant others. But then there's the kind of love between friends, bonds so strong and loyalty so fierce that it seems as if some people are just physically and mentally inseparable. There's the love you feel for your favorite food, your pet dog, and of course, the love a parent can feel for their child.
The thing is, when it comes to love, we don't just feel it for other people or things, because when we feel the love that someone or something has for us, that's a new kind of feeling entirely. To be loved, it's that feeling that serves at motivator in everything we do. Every choice, step, and mistake are all made in attempt to chase and eventually obtain the love and validation of some outside party
What a load of bullshit.
Not bullshit in the sense that it isn't true, because unfortunately for all of us, it is. But bullshit in the sense that it's completely, utterly, and unfathomably unfair. To believe this is to believe that we spend all of our lives struggling, pushing, fighting to reach some specific fabricated state of joy, only to not even be able to truly call it real unless you have someone to share it with. This puts the entirety of mankind in a frenzy of betterment and self improvement, not for the sake of actual improvement, but for the sake of impression. All for the sake of seeing that one person, having your hands get sweaty, struggling to balance on wobbly knees, feeling your heart rate slowly accelerate until it's just thump, thump, thump thump, thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
ThumpThumpThumpThumpThump.
"-ing to be late!"
It comes to my sudden attention that I'm not actually an all-knowing deity, and my eyes split open.
My favorite part of life is the small instance that takes place between the final seconds of a dream and the first moments of consciousness. It's in that tiny sliver of time when absolutely anything is possible. I am in full, complete control of every aspect and every outcome of the universe. The laws of physics bend to my will, and time is irrelevant. To me, it's the very definition of paradise.
Which is why I'm understandably irritated when my roommate Axel rips me from said paradise by violently slamming his fists on my door.
"What do you want?" I groan at him, my voice noticeably groggy as these were my first words of the day. He pauses his unnecessarily complex rhythm of knocks when he hears me speak.
"Dude, if you don't get up now you're going to be late to class," he starts, "and there's no way in hell I'm doing this presentation by myself, so get your ass up and go use Roxas's shower cause I call first dibs on ours. Cool? Cool." I start to protest until I hear him slam the bathroom door. Bastard didn't even give me a chance to respond. Definitely not cool.
He's right, though, I notice the sun shining through my blinds is blaring a bit brighter than usual, so I take this time to reach over to my nightstand and grab my phone.
YOU ARE READING
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Romance"We're not friends," I cut her off before she can say anything else, "Friends listen to each other. Any friend of mine would know better. No, we're not friends. I'm just the guy you like hanging around because I make you feel better about yourself."...
