Have you ever wondered if this is enough?
You mean us?
No. I mean all of this. All of what we're doing, what we're seeing, who we're being. You know, is it enough?When we meet whoever where ever the imperial kingdom is, will they look at our resume and allow us to go through or will they tilt their head with this sad, confused expression on their faces wondering what we did with all our years? Is this enough to get us a pass through or will we be turned away?
I don't know. Is it enough for you? Do you expect to continue on in this purgatory state of 16? Or do you believe you will do something great? You know we're not stuck in limbo, right? We can do whatever the hell we want.
I'd like to. I don't think I can.
Wait, what do you believe is great? Greatness is not impossible to achieve. Its not relegated to winning a Nobel Peace Prize or curing cancer, you know. Greatness is in the heart and its the little things you do which touches the heart. Like every time you tell someone you love them, you touch their heart. And that's enough, isn't it? Its enough for them, for me, and for the majesty of the imperial kingdom. Is it not enough for you? You're enough for me.
I don't if that's enough though. I mean its nice to think about, but how can it be so simple? How can what I feel mean so much? I've gone through life believing it meant nothing and that I was nothing. Now you're telling me I'm something? Isn't it a little late?
Well, how much longer are you planning on living? I don't think it'll ever be too late to be told you're meant something. I mean, look at Pablo Picasso, hes a genius; and it sucks that no one realized that while he was alive, but they have now. And that's okay. A lot of stuff sucks, but at some point the stuff starts sucking less and then its all okay. You always do this, so stuck in the future.
Yeah, its okay now, but I'm going to remember yesterday when it wasn't. And that hurts. So what am I supposed to do about that?
Let it go.
You mean us?
No. I mean all of this. All of what we're doing, what we're seeing, who we're being. You know, is it enough?When we meet whoever where ever the imperial kingdom is, will they look at our resume and allow us to go through or will they tilt their head with this sad, confused expression on their faces wondering what we did with all our years? Is this enough to get us a pass through or will we be turned away?
I don't know. Is it enough for you? Do you expect to continue on in this purgatory state of 16? Or do you believe you will do something great? You know we're not stuck in limbo, right? We can do whatever the hell we want.
I'd like to. I don't think I can.
Wait, what do you believe is great? Greatness is not impossible to achieve. Its not relegated to winning a Nobel Peace Prize or curing cancer, you know. Greatness is in the heart and its the little things you do which touches the heart. Like every time you tell someone you love them, you touch their heart. And that's enough, isn't it? Its enough for them, for me, and for the majesty of the imperial kingdom. Is it not enough for you? You're enough for me.
I don't if that's enough though. I mean its nice to think about, but how can it be so simple? How can what I feel mean so much? I've gone through life believing it meant nothing and that I was nothing. Now you're telling me I'm something? Isn't it a little late?
Well, how much longer are you planning on living? I don't think it'll ever be too late to be told you're meant something. I mean, look at Pablo Picasso, hes a genius; and it sucks that no one realized that while he was alive, but they have now. And that's okay. A lot of stuff sucks, but at some point the stuff starts sucking less and then its all okay. You always do this, so stuck in the future.
Yeah, its okay now, but I'm going to remember yesterday when it wasn't. And that hurts. So what am I supposed to do about that?
Let it go.
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