Theses Are The Best Years Of Your Life.

i think i have finally realised why people say that bollocks. its not the fact that the 'teen' years are fun and none stop happiness. there is only one reason why its the best years off your life FREEDOM! from babyhood to the age of 16, you dont have really any responsibility, yeah 'tidy your room' and 'do homework' may then seem like the most annoying things in the world, but when you face the real world everyone would choose that labour over what work they have to do now, not just physical but mentally.

when you decide to be done with education, its then you realise that your on your own, one day, and that day seems to be coming at you like a hurd of elephants getting faster as each day ends. you have to get your own place, pay bills, do the whole courting thing untill finally you meet someone you want to be with. then you have to get to where you want to be with your working life, make a family if you want one. you never seem to stop climbing mountains to get to what you want, each time you get to the top of one, you look ahead of you and find a hand full more.

it all scares the hell out of me, as im sure it does to everyone onces they too realise whats ahead of them. im feeling more conserned and sorry for the generations after me who seem to be popping out everywhere. people think that the young have it easy theses days, but they really dont they are growing up more and more faster each generation. but i guess thats no big suprised, look back at the victorians, there would be 15 year olds married and a house full of screaming children. the young grow up faster because they are constantly having to prove to people they are grown up, and lets face it they dont get alot of respect. but im going off the point.

i remember when i was at school, seems like yers ago now when really it was just over two years ago. my mate had a death in the family, and it had finally hit her about the whole flaw in the great idea of 'death' that in the end everyone dies, and the world will goes on spinning and growing while you are rotting in your grave, or blowing in the wind. but it made me laugh that at 16 she had only really thought about it. but then i guess we all realise lifes little tricks at different times. i remember it hit me when i was about 6. the only difference is, she turned to religion, hard. where as me, i turn away from it even further, not that i ever believed in a 'higher power'. even now when i think about people making death out to be more then what it is fills me with anger. everything dies its just the way of life you cant change it or make it better. then it could be just me, i mean i can understand why people believe in it, why think about being worm food when you can think of what 'could' happen after you crock, the bubbly white clouds and tear fill reunions with family and friends. believe me if i could think like that i would, but its all lies that i cant understand how you would believe.

i think i should really end my ramblings now, cant even remember what made me do it. but the one thing i have learnt from my 18 years on earth is that you need a fantasy world, the worlds truths are far to ruff, but never mix them, keep them as far apart as you can, because if you mix then for even a second you get confused about whats real and whats not. as much as the truth of what we have, not just done to the planet but more importantly to ourselves is groteskly graphic, you would should as hell be lost if you didnt know it.