That was our Summer Love

I live my life the way I want to live it. Usually, I’m living in the moment. I do the best I can to only think about what is happening in the present time. I try not to worry about the past, though it does of course come up every now and then. To me, the past is something to learn from, not dwell over. If I’m thinking about the past, I try to remember the good times so I just smile and laugh. If I’m thinking about a bad time, I just remember that it’s done and over with, and the mistakes I made then I’ll try never to make again. I just find that I am a lot happier when worrying about the present time and the present time only. If I’m getting ready in the morning, I make the best of it. Dancing and singing while I’m putting my makeup on and doing my hair. If I’m with a friend, I make jokes with them and try to laugh until I can’t breathe. If I do happen to be sad about something, I let myself be sad. I cry as much as I need to until I can truly accept what I’m upset about and move on. People have different beliefs on the reason to life, or if there really even is a reason. I have accepted that while I’m alive I will not figure it out. What’s the point, trying to figure out what your purpose is in life? Whether it’s to be a proud parent, a busy businessman/woman, a world traveler, or whatever else you may think your purpose is in life. I’m sorry, but I believe my purpose in life is to live. It’s as simple as that. I’ll do anything and everything I can in this life as long as it makes me happy. If I never get married, have kids, see the world, have money out the wazoo, or whatever else you think a person should do or have in their lifetime, I’m ok with that. I’m ok with my life as long as I can be happy no matter where I am and what I’m doing. I could die tomorrow. Hell, I could die in the next hour. So why worry about my past? Why worry about my future? My daddy died in his early forties thanks to cancer sticks, he could have met my now ex but/and true best friend this summer. Known all my secrets physically. My friends come and go and I'm buzzing around like Neon. I’ve realized that life isn’t about the past, or the future. Your future might not even exist for all you know, so why worry about it? Your past is done and over with, so why the fuck are you still crying about it? I’m alive, right now, in this moment. I could be making a mistake, I could be doing the best thing I’ll ever do in my life, I could be happy, I could be sad, I could be anything, but I’m alive, and hopefully well.