So many people I know
choose to live their lives
constantly planning for the future,
or being too wrapped in the newest moment’s drama,
or simply even living day by day,
refusing to face themselves.

I’m sick and tired of being expected
to always, or never, know what to do.
I’m expected to take everything for granted.
I’m expected to go on for years living a life,
that I was never promised.
The days are not set.

I’d rather spend them striving
to do the right thing,
to mess up,
to fall short,
to live innocently,
and just go on,
making glorious memories,
that I will be proud of
if I live long enough to tell them.

Because anything could happen.
This time we have is a gift,
and still we spend it so focused
on superficial fads, fashions, and gossip, and drama.

When will we wake up and realize
that every little argument
every laugh
every cry
every smile
that are we blessed with
could vanish so instantaneously.

When will we realize that
it’s not about the temptation and the temporary pleasures?
When will we realize how much the good
is beautiful?
And that the truth
doesn’t rely
on whether or not you agree.
And that the most beautiful things in life
are spent with those who make you happy.

Just long nights,
And bright lights,
And Scrabble,
And your best friend,
And your little brother’s favorite song.