Where Will We All Go When It's Too Late, chapter 9
Life is such a redundant thing. You never know what to expect. If you were to be seen from above, you'd be one of those billions of people.
But everyone on this earth has a life. Everyone can feel like somebody, to feel you're inside something, to feel like yourself. Because everyone has an "I". There is no one else who can tell you what to do, it's only you who can say "I" and refer to the one you are.
But sometimes, it's just like you can't direct stuff your way. It's like it is you but still somebody else who decides for you, and nothing gets right.
I've been through a lot of things, both hard and easy things.
One of the hardest things ever happening to me was when I was fourteen years old; seven years ago. It was just like I described before. I was myself but I couldn't do whatever I wanted to.
So I had no other choice than leaving stuff behind. I escaped from those chains that forced me to stay.
There was an emptiness, and only darkness up ahead. I had nowhere to go, I had no one to talk to, I had nothing to say, there was nothing I could feel... I lost myself.
But this time, one of billions of times, there was a light in the darkness. A hope in the misery. The Armageddon.
It was when I met Billie, Tré and Mike.
I don't get these guys. They just were in the middle of nowhere, at the same place as I was. And they were the light. A flame burning so clear.
I wouldn't be here today if it weren't for them. They gave me a place I could call Home and someone I could call Friends.
This sounds ridiculous, but before, my life was just like a piece of clay. I just needed something to sculpt it with. And after years of waiting, I found a way.
Or, they showed me a way.
Maybe you'd be interested in what happened after getting a room at Tré's?
As you probably remember, they told me that there's a university in Berkeley. I went to school the years I was supposed to, and then I started studying biology at the university.
I've moved out from Tré's house and now I live in another house in Berkeley. I still meet them often. They know me and I know them. They know what I feel in different situations and we can relate to each other.
I just need to thank Green Day for what they did for me. My life would be unsculpted without them. And I just love them.
What if... what if something had been changed just a few hours? Like, my dad came home two hours earlier? Or, if I had escaped two hours later? Would I be here today?
Probably not.
And I think I'm starting to believe in destiny.
But everyone on this earth has a life. Everyone can feel like somebody, to feel you're inside something, to feel like yourself. Because everyone has an "I". There is no one else who can tell you what to do, it's only you who can say "I" and refer to the one you are.
But sometimes, it's just like you can't direct stuff your way. It's like it is you but still somebody else who decides for you, and nothing gets right.
I've been through a lot of things, both hard and easy things.
One of the hardest things ever happening to me was when I was fourteen years old; seven years ago. It was just like I described before. I was myself but I couldn't do whatever I wanted to.
So I had no other choice than leaving stuff behind. I escaped from those chains that forced me to stay.
There was an emptiness, and only darkness up ahead. I had nowhere to go, I had no one to talk to, I had nothing to say, there was nothing I could feel... I lost myself.
But this time, one of billions of times, there was a light in the darkness. A hope in the misery. The Armageddon.
It was when I met Billie, Tré and Mike.
I don't get these guys. They just were in the middle of nowhere, at the same place as I was. And they were the light. A flame burning so clear.
I wouldn't be here today if it weren't for them. They gave me a place I could call Home and someone I could call Friends.
This sounds ridiculous, but before, my life was just like a piece of clay. I just needed something to sculpt it with. And after years of waiting, I found a way.
Or, they showed me a way.
Maybe you'd be interested in what happened after getting a room at Tré's?
As you probably remember, they told me that there's a university in Berkeley. I went to school the years I was supposed to, and then I started studying biology at the university.
I've moved out from Tré's house and now I live in another house in Berkeley. I still meet them often. They know me and I know them. They know what I feel in different situations and we can relate to each other.
I just need to thank Green Day for what they did for me. My life would be unsculpted without them. And I just love them.
What if... what if something had been changed just a few hours? Like, my dad came home two hours earlier? Or, if I had escaped two hours later? Would I be here today?
Probably not.
And I think I'm starting to believe in destiny.
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