I’m not sure what it is about snow that makes your day a lot better. Maybe it’s the light sky, or the delicate flurries that fall gracefully outside your bedroom window. Maybe it’s the thin white blanket that covers the streets and cars. Maybe it’s the fact that it makes the world just two colors. White and black.
I think everything is much simpler that way–when the world is just two colors. Like a black and white picture. The ones your family keeps in an old, dusty photo album that you swore you’d thrown out a few years ago. But black and white is simple, and I think simple does the world good.
Simple means there’s no labels. No labels on people. Labels are meant for objects and items that need a name for you to remember. People shouldn’t need them, should they? People aren’t objects–well, weren’t objects. Nowadays a lot of people are quite okay with being objects. Or maybe they’re okay with being treated like one. It’s hard to tell the difference–though I’m sure there is none.
I think it’s emptiness that causes people to be an object. I think that some people just have so much emptiness inside themselves that it’s no longer surprising they don’t think themselves a person. I mean, it makes sense, but it’s sad. What kind of world has that much influence to change you into a human, to a nothingness. To an empty void, just waiting for someone to pick them up and use them until they shrivel up, and die.
I never liked the thought of death. And I know I’m not the only one. No one wants to think about the way they die, or what would happen. It’s common sense, but I’d like to figure out why some people are eager for it. More than often, it’s usually teenagers who don’t fear death. And I can’t figure out if it’s out of pure arrogance, or emptiness–once again. I think a lot of people are empty, that’s why a lot of people are objects. Objects don’t fear death, why should they. They are a nothing. But where objects always objects? Yes. But people objects weren’t always objects. It’s confusing, I know. Though somehow to me, it makes perfect sense.
I find it amazing that someone can be so empty, that they unknowingly invite death into their homes. It’s like their mind has somehow left their bodies, until they’re just that–bodies. And maybe it’s not so much of a bad thing, to be just a body. Maybe if we were just a body, we could escape the sheer torture and pain that we witness ever single day. And for what? Just more heartbreak, and more unfairness that eats our heart to the core. If our heart even does have one. That would make sense though, wouldn’t it? Just how you eat an apple to the core. Pain is you, eating at the heart. It’s a gross thought obviously, but everything’s gross when it’s interpreted.
And that’s another thing. How many things in this world are uninterpreted? How little do we know about so many things that we keep finding different things to decode? Are we that shallow, that small, to not realize we are missing so many things. Are we that arrogant to decide that we can, and will, figure out everything when it’s so clear that we won’t?
Which is why I don’t understand non-religious people. How can you live your life day after day without something to believe in? Something to make yourself devoted to, a purpose in your sorry lives? When you’re old and grey, it won’t matter how many boys you’ve kissed, or how many clothes sit in your closet. What’ll matter is what you did with your life. And life leaves you in a second. If there’s one thing you should know, is that time is your worst enemy. Forget the brats at school, and the bullies. Time will tear you down, but you’ll already be torn when you realize that.
I’m never going to get 5 am back today. I’m never going to get 2 pm back. It’s gone. Forever. There’s no going back, only forward. But how can you move forward if you don’t know what you’re looking at? No one can drive in a storm without clearing their windshields. Of course, there are those idiots that think they actually have a chance without clearing their windshields. I hope you know I’m not just talking about a car anymore.
I could go on and on, about how time is the thing that makes our lives meaningless, and how things are so unknown to mankind that we might as well just give up and accept our fate. How death is never an enemy, but a friend. How empty people can be, and how their souls are a pit of blackness. How empty people can turn into objects. Or make them treated like one. And all objects do need labels, a name to recall for their owner. But how humans have labels as well. That person’s gay. Oh that person’s Jewish. How the world’s favorite hobby is turning their own species into something else, even if they don’t know their doing it. How they’re turning people into items every day. How nothing is simple anymore. But it could be, if only the world were black and white. If only the world was covered with a thin white blanket, and a starry night sky.
I finally know why snow makes our day better. It makes us think in ways we never have.