Dear Aditi,
I want. I want you. I want art supplies. I want to watch that new Pixar movie, 'Inside Out.' I want a lot of things. So much so that the word I want is everything I care about.
When I get one thing I immediately need something else. And this isn't only with materialistic stuff, though that is a large part of it. I wanted to impress my teachers, and when that was done I spent barely any time to be happy about it and made it my next mission to be the best in class. Not really going that well, but I'll get there. I hope.
Now I don't really find any fault in it, and I am not cribbing about it. This is the way I cope with my day. I make sure there is something to look forward everything, otherwise I would never be able to function and would slowly die.
Speaking of death, Van Gogh's death was quite amazing. He killed himself, which is not that amazing. But he was happy when he died, he accepted death- not as a release from life, but as a new journey. He also died in the arms of the person he loved the most, his brother. And I am not trying to romanticise his death, I just think that he knew the right way to go. A bullet to the chest, a slow death. But he greeted it, whilst smoking from his pipe. Like a boss.
I want. I want you. I want art supplies. I want to watch that new Pixar movie, 'Inside Out.' I want a lot of things. So much so that the word I want is everything I care about.
When I get one thing I immediately need something else. And this isn't only with materialistic stuff, though that is a large part of it. I wanted to impress my teachers, and when that was done I spent barely any time to be happy about it and made it my next mission to be the best in class. Not really going that well, but I'll get there. I hope.
Now I don't really find any fault in it, and I am not cribbing about it. This is the way I cope with my day. I make sure there is something to look forward everything, otherwise I would never be able to function and would slowly die.
Speaking of death, Van Gogh's death was quite amazing. He killed himself, which is not that amazing. But he was happy when he died, he accepted death- not as a release from life, but as a new journey. He also died in the arms of the person he loved the most, his brother. And I am not trying to romanticise his death, I just think that he knew the right way to go. A bullet to the chest, a slow death. But he greeted it, whilst smoking from his pipe. Like a boss.
Adieu.
Upa.
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