Stories written by a girl named Margarita
Just watched the movie In Time starring Justin Timberlake and Amanda Seyfried. I loved the storyline.
I think the real currency of life is health. I’m saying this not because I’m a medical student, nor because I am currently sick to almost like dying (exaggeration here of course). We die because we grow old, our cells die. To think of it, we all have an expiration date. Our bodies have. We will all die, some of course before their time and some a natural death.
So as we live, to prolong life, we must all take care of ourselves, our health.
On a more emotional note, at almost 22, I am tired. Maybe I’m just saying this because I am sick but, I am tired. Tired of waiting. I think we shouldn’t expect much from life, from people. We just have to deal with our own lives and try to live harmoniously with others.
I am tired of waiting. I’ve expected much from the world, and I’ve grown disappointed with it. I have expected much from myself either and, like as well, I was disappointed. Every night starting 9 years ago I have expected. I have counted every year since. And I’m still counting. I do grow tired of counting, maybe this is good thing for myself. I am waiting and waiting and waiting that I have not accomplished anything at 22 (yes, even the simple things).
I have attended medical school to make myself busy, my brain busy so as to let time pass quickly. But inevitably I keep on counting the days, the nights and wanted to live my life just waiting. I’ve always believed that my life would not begin unless it comes up, the thing I have been waiting for.
So another senseless babble. 2012’s coming up, another year. Would I be able to live it fully this time? Or stay the same.
P.S. I always say that time have stopped for me, appearance-wise, which is a good thing. I have this feeling I look younger than my age, forever and ever.