Good Will Hunting (1997)
Director- Gus Van Sant .
Imagine you're wearing black shades, you can't see the world in it's beautiful colour. Finally the black shades are off and you can appreciate the beauty of the world. Loss,does that it takes off your black shades and you start seeing the good things. Don't fear loss, accept it and then the beauty of good things will sorround you finally.
Some days I read, some days I write. Then there are days I blog about life struggles. Specifically inner struggles. I believe in soul-searching. I'm always in a progress to find my identity. During these times I like to document and reflect how I feel about where I have been, and try harder to pursue greater heights.
Read more about my random days at www.fourest.weebly.com 😊
After graduating college with a BA in history, I found myself living the 9-5 grind in the billing department of my company. I was doing something I absolutely hated and felt there was no way out of that life.
In the midst of working at this
job, I began writing. It was an outlet for me.
One day, something clicked in my mind. I didn't have to work the daily 9-5 grind because society told me to do it. I could carve my own path and do EXACTLY what I've dreamt of doing all my life. Writing.
I went against the grain and pursued my dreams, never looking back.
I went against what society tells a person to do, but it was the best decision I ever made in life. It sure isn't easy - but I AM happy.
Don't be scared to follow your dreams and don't be scared to take chances.
what i think is funny is how you always claimed yourself the victim. you always said girls broke your heart, you were played, used, hurt. turns out it's the exact opposite. my first love broke my heart. you are the heartbreaker. you are the player. you are the user. and you hurt me this time. now all the poems i write are about you. all those poems you wrote about lost love, broken hearts, and shattered memories... it's all you. you did this. you are the one that broke my idea of love. i don't believe in it anymore. it's not real. and if i thought that you were the one, you out of all people, you. i was so so wrong and i never ever wanna try again with anyone else. my vision of you was so beyond wrong. but it's my fault for thinking you were any different from the rest. because you're not. you're just like all the other boys you used to talk shit about. you're just like all the boys that cheated on their girlfriends. you're just like the boys in the movies who fall for the other girl. you left me torn apart. not a single word from you. no decency to say a quick hello on the year anniversary of the night you stole my first kiss from me. something i'll never ever get back. something i have to look back at and cry about. nothing at all. i'm beyond past the anger stage, the sad stage, the upset stage. i'm just disappointed in myself for letting someone so different from me take away my first memories of love. so here's a wonderful thank you for convincing me that you loved me. for treating me like a queen while you were talking to someone behind my back. for all the times you pushed my feelings aside. for all the songs i can't listen to anymore because i think of you. for taking away my first kiss. for making my first love the most heartbreaking story ill ever tell. for giving up on us. for all the sacrifices i made to be with you. for all the things i lost staying with you. for being the first boy to put all my pieces back together again, then breaking me completely all over again. i pray to god every day that you'll never do another girl the way you did me. no one ever deserves to feel this kind of pain. i hope you're finally happy.
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I fell in love with the south of Spain. The warm nights which turned into morning while my eyes were yet open, the cheap bottles of good wine, and the laughing people. There is a heat that lives in the earth there, a yellow sun in the mouth of every Spaniard. My feet were never tired from walking the narrow streets, and my eyes never sore from swallowing the land and city. I miss it like I miss home, like I miss the sea, like I miss everything that has ever felt like belonging.