ODE TO LIFE AND TRYING TO LIVE AS A HUMAN

On my first day of college, the teacher asked us to introduce ourselves in one word. Amidst the chaos of empathetic and kind and creative and other adjectives, I was very worried about “confused?”. I was so nervous about saying anything in front of a bunch of strangers that when I was asked by the same teacher to tell the class my name I was unusually stammering. The cocktail of social anxiety and confusion never ends well.

‘SUPER CONFUSED’

But this is not me boasting on and on about how I suddenly like a Wonder Woman became not confused and super awesome or reveal a super mantra. I am not a self-help book sadly. But I can try you know?

I have always been comfortable in poetries and quotes so I figured out that’s the best way to start. so hello audience, this is my confusion in poems, unhinged dialogues, and maybe something more.

Bojack Horseman
Empathy for yourself is important but there is this fine line between feeling bad for yourself and justifying that for being shitty isn’t. Being as confused as I am about life, I have made that mistake quite a lot of times. But you know what, my (inserts random trauma) justifies it right?

F.R.I.E.N.D.S
Missing out on crucial information concerning your own self. Well, this is so much of being plain lost than being confused but worth a shot.

The Office
Trying to understand life is a very weird thing. You will spend an eternity to figure out living and forget that you were in fact already living. The codes to lead a perfect life are none but we as humans try to figure out the inevitable, a habit that leads one to their doom.
If I could live the perfect life, I would try again to mix in some impurities and twist it a little.

Bojack Horseman: To live to be remembered, it’s a hard task. You have two options, to do something revolutionary or to do something that annoys half of the world at a minimum. The second one is always easy. But for most of us, the truth is that no one will remember us after say 50 years. I don’t know about anyone but for me, that’s a relief, to be forgotten and to not be remembered. In 50 years almost, I will be truly free.                                  

Brooklyn 99
I remember that at times when I am so passionately lost in the moment that I forget what was my motive, just like Jake Peralta here. To be in the moment is important sure but the thing that matters the most, in my opinion, is to be conscious of the moment, to live it, and to remember it not as a distant blur memory but a near photographic one.

Unerase Poetry
Is this the split personality disorder or you don’t practice what you preach?