Monday, January 26, 2015

The Heart of Life. John Mayor

its a tough old life. he says.
he snakes his arm behind his head to scratch an itch. ive never heard truer words.

it is a tough ole life.

no one gets exactly what we dream of.

i dream of success, fame, fortune.
i dream of suede shoes, vinyl records, and anthropologie pillows (and comforters).
i dream of NYC- the place where no one sleeps and lights dance all night long- and London- where big ben chimes midnight.
i dream of film festivals and farmers markets in overcrowded cities. where you have to pay for parking and everyone gets super upset when you get beat by some too-cool-for-you kid in a convertible. 
London
i dream of sleeping in with my socks and comforters and waking up to that someone who you've known for exactly 623 days.
i dream of wandering around a city and finding that one cafe or restaurant that makes the perfect truffle fries.
i dream of meeting that "long hair slicked back white tshirt" guy and writing lyrics with him all night long.


but its a tough old life.

i get a warm bed with a thick targét comforter. i get a sister who listens to taylor swift and i get to fake hate taylor swift. i get to fake hate going to school every morning because its too mainstream to love it. i get to fake hate posting to this blog and pretend that i wait until sunday to finish the hwk. i get the option of wearing "short skirts or tshirts". i get to pretend that i dont love my best friend as much as i do. i get to drive to school instead of fake hating the bus. i get to sit on a freaking toilet seat instead of crouching over a pit in the dirt!

i get all of these things and what happens?

we beg for more money
we procrastinate our hwk
we complain about loading the dishwasher
we fight our parents for 2am curfews
we blow our money on hipster clothes we know we cant afford, yet we buy them anyway

we do everything in our power to tell everyone that we hate our life.
is it a tough ol life?

i mean...maybe it is.
because some people i know have a tough life.
one person has a pornography addiction.
another has a divorced parent.
or maybe their mom died of cancer. 
their dad has lost the love of their faith.
somebody out their has debt to high heaven!
i know we've all heard that saying

someoenes always got it worse than you 

but sometimes your life is hard to deal with. because no one has the same problems its hard to get someone to get what youve got to deal with. i get it. i understand. it is a tough old life. 

its a tough old life.
but yet...it isnt...is it?
You'll make it.  
tess

4 comments:

  1. "i get to fake hate going to school every morning because its too mainstream to love it. i get to fake hate posting to this blog and pretend that i wait until sunday to finish the hwk."

    my life in two sentences.

    loved this whole post.
    keep them coming.
    and please don't wait till sunday.

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    1. Monday's the new Sunday.

      I'm digging the whole song title motif.

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  2. "its a tough old life.
    but yet…it isnt…is it?"
    I liked this. The whole thing. It's all true.

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  3. don't let the fake hate of passion stop you from posting what and when you want, it'll make paris a lot more like paris. Believe me, I remember.

    beautiful, raw, and real. you've got this.

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