The Red Hoodie
I'm still wandering around the earth. I'm still too young, too naive to understand, but what if I'm not? What if they're naive for thinking that they understand and know more?
They call me hard headed. Yes, I am unsentimental. That's how I am. I see things for how they could be and how they are. I think of different possibilities. I think.
I'm a writer; sometimes I just have to be hard headed. It's in me. I think of the outcomes, possibilities. What could be and what is.
Maybe I am naive, but what if they're naive.
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This is based off of an arguement my dad and I had. It was about people becoming famous (I know, nothing big; but somehow we find a way to fight about something). He says he's more experienced, considering he's older and most probably wise, I stayed quiet. But I couldn't help but ponder how many times he's used that excuse. The "I had friends that would do this and this happened" or the "I saw this and turns out...". Different people, different outcomes. He called me hard headed, but it wasn't the only time I had heard someone call me that.... What if he was naive? For thinking that if it happened to them it would happen to me or anyone else.
Maybe I'm naive. Noone knows anymore... I'm told I have a mind of my own and because of that, I'm just a little unexpecting. Maybe. Like I once said, "Life is just a big maybe."
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