A post today reminded me of what my teacher used to tell me in middle school.
“Life isn’t a pony ranch”
” Stop whing about homework and your life and being sick and don’t stay home unless your dead sick because life ain’t about fun and games”
And now I ask myself
Why can’t my life be a fucking pony ranch
Why can’t I wake up to the sound of birds with a smile
Swing out of bed and whistle as I go for breakfast
Why can’t I do what I love everyday without worries
Why do I have to hate my life so that I’m living it right
What the fuck
Why the fuck not
Why can’t I just be happy, hm?