"Strawberry Fields Forever": wouldn't that be wonderful? Okay, so the actual song is really random and must've been written at 2 in the morning with some type of chemical imbalance in the brain, but the main idea makes sense.
Society pisses everyone off. (Or maybe it's just me??)
If I could do anything with my entire life, anything at all, and it didn't matter if there was money or success or houses or fame or debt or careers or looking like Megan Fox or being tan or anthing else that seems frivolous in the scheme of things, I'd follow my heart's one desire. My heart seems it would only be happy doing one thing, okay a few things that really only seem categorized as one, being free.
I would live on the beach. I would bask in the sun when I was lucky enough to have some, and I would inhale the sweet scent of the rain, as frequent and as often as it came, treating each day as an unknown gift. I would let the wind swirl my hair so I couldn't see a blasted thing, and I wouldn't care because there wouldn't be anything I needed to see. I wouldn't go to college, I wouldn't take umpteen credits and pay thousands of dollars. I wouldn't need a mini fridge, a roommate, 80 composition notebooks, a parking spot, a stupid sweatshirt with my stupid College's letters on it or anything else. The ocean would be my fridge, my friends would be my friends, all my compositions would be in my head, I could park myself wherever I pleased, I wouldn't need to broadcast my status, and would just rejoice in what the world had to offer. I also wouldn't need high fructose corn syrup because everyone knows hippies starve or eat seaweed, and I wouldn't be afraid of going to the dentist because I wouldn't go and no one could make me.
I would embrace the wonderful, wide, open expanse of all things on this earth. The ocean would mistify me on how large and deep and incredible it has been and continues to be. The mountains would peek their little peaks up in the distance and say hello, and I would wonder how huge and mighty they were. I would sink into the sandy earth, scratching it back as it scratched me. I would crunch into the fresh green of the trees and the bushes and the grass, and would make funny duck calls, laughing just like I always have. And then I would be awestruck by how wonderful all this world was, and how mighty a God I had who created it all. And I would be thankful. Much more thankful than I am right now.
I would create. Music would be what passed the time, and I would sing and hum and strum and listen. It wouldn't matter if I was the best of if I was the worst, because there would be no first chair, no competition, and no Mariah Carey (not that I don't appreciate her extreme range). It would be what it was, and I would close my eyes and feel the meaning, absorb the bass notes, and pay special attention to the harmony, while still giving the melody credit, and not the superficial lyrics of drugs/sex/alcohol/gettin some booty. And the music would wrap its little notes around and around until they slowly faded into the night sky.
And then my favorite time would come. Then I would lay down, and it wouldn't matter if my bed was a pillowtop or a plush or a tempur pedic material thats used by NASA, because I would have the whole earth as my pillow, and the stars as my night lights. I would spend countless hours wondering about them, and watching them as they twinkle and flash to my own private showing. I wouldn't make stupid wishes on the shooting ones because that's all a bunch of baloney, and there would be nothing I needed to wish for, because I would accept the world the way it was, and have all I needed to make me happy.
Because college does not equal happiness. Graduating from college does not equal happiness because then you have to find a "career" that you have to maintain for the remainder of your existence, to pay off the debt you accumulated while in college. Neither does money, or anything it can buy. Beauty is temporary, and really only in the eye of the beholder anyhow. Death wouldn't be scary, because there wouldn't be so much legally riding on whether someone lives or dies. I would spend my waking hours with those I cared about and loved, and when it came time for them to pass they would pass, and I would have peace that they were in a better place, where I would hopefully join them when it was my time. I would spend my time sharing the word of God. I would meet new people to talk to and make music with, and would not waste one second at a mall, but would embark on deep conversation. And my soul would be happy. (And so would Mrs. Hallberg because my analyzing skills would surpass that of any other human on earth! However I wouldn't be able to unpack anything, as everyone knows hippies don't have possessions.)
Paris Hilton can have her perfume back. Buckle can have their jeans back. As much as I enjoy my straight teeth Dr. Sutherland can have his braces back. Ford can have my car, Macys can have back their sale items (and their name! the Bonmarche was way better). McDonalds can have back their five thousand hot fudge sundaes with nuts I've eaten, Blockbuster can take back all their movies I've rented, and Disney can return the Little Mermaid to the sea, Simba to Pride Rock, Tarzan to the jungle, and Zac Efron to wherever he was before he became a Wildcat. Because looking back, none of this has made me happy. Multiplying this list by "100,000!" still wouldn't make me happy.
Love makes me happy. Friends make me happy. Music and nature and peacefulness make me happy. Good conversation makes me happy, whether we agree, disagree, or just end up laughing.
And yes, strawberries would make me very, very happy.
Simplicity is a long lost treasure in today's world.
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