Life is the coolest thing there ever was. Why don't people understand that? Now, I know there isn't a lot of tragedy in my life - one or two personal things I'm not going to tell the internet about, but nothing like abusive or dead parents or anything horrible like that. I don't count bullshit like being broken up with as tragedy, either. Whateeeeeeeevvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvveeeeeeeeer. Get over it!
The thing is, why do people bother being sad? I mean, ever minute you waste being sad, is one less minute of your life you were happy. Imagine if you could go back and count the amount of time you've spent being happy or sad. It could be YEARS!
And if every second counts, why would you possibly want to waste it being upset because your mommy won't let you out on a Wednesday night? Because your daddy won't let you date? Your best friend had to ditch because of their hockey practice? All these stupid little things you're wasting your time on! When you look back at the end of your life, will you really care that Mom made you miss whatever event was Wednesday? You probably won't even remember it.
So life is not perfect. Life probably never will be perfect! Life is only what you make of it.
My life is goddamn happy, no matter what. :)
UPDATE: Lawl at all the people who saw the title and immediately agreed with it, not reading the post.
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