I want to do good.
It seems simple, doesn’t it? I thought so, as well, but to my unpleasant surprise, it’s all too easy to be reckless with the life you’ve breathed to be aware of. It’s easier still to forget your motives and to over-look the qualities that inspired you before. The music, the people, and the emotions. The growth. But we can always trip our way back forward, love.
By “good”, I mean fruitful really, and I know that the context is still a bit ambiguous. But life is full of ambiguity, isn’t it? It’s sort of - I guess, I can say generally - up to us to discover a much deeper perspective (One that is hopefully capable of keeping us from the tragedies of the weary and the tired), and yea, it’s difficult to do such a thing. But what do you do when you’re staring down the barrel of a gun?
Exactly.
You don’t. You embrace everything around before they pull the trigger.
Chbosky chose such a perfect word to describe elation: infinite. And I want to feel infinite - in everything I do. I want to be a good son. I want to be a good friend. I want to be a good engineer and student, and someday I want to be a good father and a good mentor. I want to be a good husband. I want to be a good person.
… we can always trip our way back forward, love.
i want to love life because i love her, and i know that’s off topic. but it’s too significant of an idea to overlook with the quality of this ramble.
