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there are 86,400 seconds in a day and i spend about half of them reading fanfic and imagining something that should be imagined by people way older than me. and oh no shit don’t look me like i’m a closet pervert because i am not. i mean, like, is it normal for a teenage girl to think about future?
… alright, maybe that’s not a good way to say something. because sometimes, when i stare at the untreated garden of my house, i think; maybe it would be good if doomsday comes soon. look around, people barely have humanity, there is war in middle east, global warming issues, then about food and population growth, technology evolving like there’s no tomorrow. sometimes, i compare between my childhood and children’s nowadays. huh. it really was great, no phone and boybands and girlbands. where i had nothing to worry about besides my math homework (and it was still 1+1).
i miss this kind of homework. ugh.
but then again, will people be ready? the world is getting worse. the signs of doomsday have appeared, the end is near. i don’t know, talking about this always makes me feel like i am a sinner, but actually i am not. i’m not a priest, but it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that we are no sinners – for we have been redeemed.
nowadays. just, yeah. hooray.
yet, i don’t want to die. thinking about future and its possibilities leaves me with wonder. even though it has already been proven that past people’s thought about future – ugh, classic things, futuristic things and skyscrapers, flying cars everywhere, clean and green environment, and other things – are all wrong because, look around, this is future. yes, it’s true about skyscrapers and futuristic things (handphone, laptop, etc.), flying cars have been made – but not officially being sold, however still – and last but not least, the environment. ha ha ha. you bet.
f u t u r e. expectation.
f u t u r e. reality.
there’s a reason why i prefer fiction to reality. sometimes the best solution is in imagination, not in reality. then again, i don’t live in my imagination. if i lived there, maybe i could be a narnian queen who can avada kedavra people with evil smirk and have nine lives. ha. wake up, fleur.