Plastic Bottles

Funny incident occurred today when I had a little dispute with a good old' friend of mines. He says he liked writing poems, I didn't doubt this one bit but I did know I've never heard one of his.
He made a video of himself reading a poem about "Plastic", in reference to a plastic bottle is like a girl.
The poem itself covered many things, how the girl starts out and how she changes through her influences from others, and really this comparison is one I have yet to think of.

Woman or girls we really are like plastic bottles, but my thought process a little different from his.
The only way to technically reshape a plastic bottle is to burn it, and that is one of the many way to throw it away and destroy it so it becomes a different form of matter.
Regardless this made me think that maybe in life woman should be like that, we look clear, fragile and can be filled up with anything very easily (let it be sweets or bitter moments) but in the end it is only ourselves that make us whom we are.
What makes us this plastic is what keeps us so strong and because plastic is recyclable, woman have those thoughts on how they can change into different things and people, but in reality we are all still the same.

We are Plastics. 

The days go by fast but I miss them even faster

Ever sit around all day and wonder what you wish to do and before you realize it half the day is gone?
This is slowly becoming my life, I have many task to complete but like many of you I do lose that power within me to fight and move forward... I become helpless, and I no longer want to do anything.
I'd rather sit infront of a window watch what the world outside of my little room is doing, sounds stalkerish but honestly you can notice a lot of things when its nothing but you and a window. (throw in some headphones and also some nice ballads)

I still know that I have things to do, but I notice more when everything to me is still, silent and just taking its steps one by one.
I've noticed that children can be excited by the little things like the weather of cold, snow that makes us adults or teenagers feel disgust and remorse. In a child's eyes they simply want to do a simple thing- PLAY~ playing is living. As adults we play too but we choose so many boring games that our lives become dim and boring almost pointless once we hit a final destination brink through our many boring levels of this game.

We work, we study, we work, we study, we sit and mope and we sit and we complain, we do everything but enjoy what is really there before us to take in.
We teach eachother this uselessness within us and we start to make it a habit soon it becomes so addicting that its like a drug.
I can sit and do nothing but play on my cell phone for hours, I can even just lay in bed for hour and do nothing but lay there, sounds pathetic and boring but rather this is my way of relaxing.

I like you all also play this game~, working and attempting to study but my focus is broken by miscellaneous thoughts and unconditional worries.
My attention spam is normal granted very strong but recently I've lost that good trait and just made everyday a new goal, living on the edge if I can name it that.
I have slow-ed this game down, doing things in my own speed: a comforting thing honestly.

Enjoy Life in your own speed, don't let it slip from your hands but rather embrace it with whatever pace you wish- some like fast paces, some drag their feet, some skip around, and others like me like to sit and stare at how time goes by. 

No matter how it will pass, choose the journey at least and the pacing must be just comfortable.