I’d call you a piece of shit but that’d only serve to insult the manure that fertilizes the plants and trees that produce the oxygen that you thieve.
I mean breathe, I meant to say breathe.
Have you ever met someone and thought to yourself that maybe they’re the human form of a headache? The really fucked up ones that come up behind your eyes and make you feel like you can somehow see sound. They hurt like the devil and make it seem like everyone around you simultaneously decided to be louder than a phone someone forget to turn off at a funeral, and isn’t that annoying?
You’re there paying your respects and all of a sudden your ears get assaulted by some asinine “song” because “ring ring” just isn’t good enough for some people. People try to be unique in the most trivial of ways, feigning individuality for the sake of appearances when really they’re no different from the rest of the morons that believe everything they’re told. They seem intelligent on the surface, but attempting to converse with them and prod beneath the exterior is like taking a gulp of what you assumed was whisky but turns out to just be tea; bland, lukewarm tea.
Disappointment is a bitch.
But I have no problem with tea, my problem is with the things and people that pretend to be things they aren’t. They seem to be one thing but turn out to be another; cookies with raisins in them that look like chocolate chips, people that pretend to be nice but gossip about you at the first chance they get, people whose views and opinions vary depending on who they’re around, and western countries who used to be colonies that somehow don’t accept immigrants or refugees now.
I could go on for an age listing things downs but they would all pale in comparison to 2017 right, the worst good year of my life, so far. I know it may seem trifling to single out a single time period because I know I’ve had worse years, but the thing about 2017 is that it just couldn’t decide if it was going to be bad or good.
It has been a wild one that’s for sure and I have had a lot of fun, but it’s nearly over and for the first time in a while, I just want it to end. I want 2017 to be past so I can move along to the future and hopefully, better things. It has been a roller-coaster, I’ve had some of the highest highs and lowest lows, which sounds really cliché because it is, because sometimes life turns into a giant cliché just to fuck with you.
So let me tell you about everything that’s happened this year; the good, the bad and the downright disgusting. It’s been a befuddling tapestry of what-ifs, should-have-beens and fuck-its. I’ve lost friends, been chastised for some of the most inane things and cut people off that have tried to come back into my life, like a few ex-girlfriends.
I should stop right there though, any story that begins with an ex never leads anywhere good.
A bit like salad, unless you’re throwing it away.
Pessimism and negativity have been the staple of the year and I am sure that like me, you’re sick of it. It’s tiring to constantly hear, read and see things that only distort and haze what could be a beautiful picture, and depicting the last 11 and a half months in any shape or form will have you split between wanting to relive it and let go.
But is that really what we should do when we could be learning from and relishing everything that has happened. Every single thing. Everything you hated taught you something that you needed to learn and everything you loved made you realise that life could still be beautiful. The contrast may be daunting and the good may be difficult to see when darkness always begins with a distractingly gorgeous sunset, but the thing about those is that they never really begin or end. The sun is always setting somewhere in the world and what you’re seeing is merely the clearest way to watch the world turn, it’s just your turn to be in the dark for a while.
Your turn to be a little patient while someone else enjoys the spectrum in the sky. Your turn to switch on your lights while just over the horizon someone is watching the sky glow with the one they love. Your turn to have a little darkness while colours light up someone else’s life, who knows, they may need it more than you do. Whatever the case, while you’re in the dark, always remember that even though the night may not be your favourite time of day, it at least it makes the stars easier to see.
Oh, and in case you’re wondering what the title means, it’s Latin for “Drink poison from a cup of gold”
Yugen 