there's joy in every sorrow . . .

oy vey.
what an excess of drama.
yes, my life is full of drama at the moment. no, i'm not going to let it take over. people make decisions, and sometimes there isn't enough thought put into those decisions. and so there isn't a happy ending. at least not immeadiately. but i have faith in the fact that i'm seventeen and have a long way to go before i can hit the "happily ever after" mark. if life works itself out while we're still in high school, what are we doing here? there's a reason we've evolved past our ancestors to longer lifespans - we have more oppurtunities, more places to go. i know i have places to go. so we take the good, we take the bad, we take the heart-warming and heart-wrenching, the laughter, the tears. and we try to find the silver linings and the subtle pains so that we know it's still reality. and we keep going, we keep living. we keep dreaming.
"Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter - tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther . . . So we beat on, boats againt the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."
-felt the need to bring Mr. Fitzgerald into this one . . . he's always given me some hope.