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Luck

arjain:

It’s always easier to blame somebody.

It’s always a lot easier on you, as a person, to look at something, and find somebody who you can blame, who you can hold responsible, who you can direct your anger and your feeling of being wronged towards.

But sometimes that’s not the case.

I met a guy today. I’ve known him for years, but today, in his intoxicated stupor he spilled all of his secrets, his abuse stories, his suicide attempts, all of that. And he blames his father, who beat him around from an early age, who cheated on his wife, who beat his wife and kids. And towards him, he has all this anger.

I think he has PTSD and Depression, and he holds his dad entirely culpable (for good reason).
I have the same thing.

My trauma was because of my mother’s manic episodes from when she went off of her meds, and my parents constant and fairly violent fighting, and all that.

But unlike my friend, I can’t blame my parents. My mom went off her meds, and it was the bipolar. And when my parents fought, they were just trying their hardest to keep the family together and not divorce. When they hit me, it was to discipline me. It’s just that with anger issues, it sometimes went overboard. But at the end of the day, they do love me.

I don’t hate my parents.

And unlike my friend, I don’t really have anybody to blame.

And that means that nobody is responsible. That whatever happened to me, was just the hand I was dealt, and that lack of cause is simply what I have to blame.

It’s simple probability. There is a one in X chance that this would happen, and i happened to be that person. And you can try to draw all the meaning out of it, but it’s like trying to draw meaning out of a poker hand. It’s just the cards you get, and it’s random, and that’s about it.

There’s a chance I would have been born a crack baby.
There’s a chance I would have been Bill Gates’s son. 
There’s a chance I would have had a near-perfect childhood in some quiet suburb and my life would have been entirely unremarkable.

It’s random.

And trying to draw meaning out of it is pointless. 

I don’t have anybody to blame for my actions.

But why should it matter.

It is as much the cards you’re dealt that define you as it is what you choose to do with them.
And only one of those do you have any control over.

- Akash Jain

Date a guy who smokes.

architect-jeigh:

Date a guy who smokes. For he craves for your warmth like he craves for that next, deadly stick. He likes silence and darkness for he broods like a philosopher. His ideas are impeccable and more often misjudged. He would think about the deepest but simplest things in life as nicotine enters his system. Smoke, for example, is something that amazes him — it strikes his curiosity entirely in waves. You see, the pure, white smoke has been with him since forever, he sees it as a friend, as a companion, as a lover, as death. He watches the smoke rise like an ethereal entity, graceful yet ephemeral. Sometimes he wishes to be like it —here now, gone in seconds.

He would lie down in bed with you, naked in the silence, spilling out his ideas and life experiences. It may not show but he likes intellectual talks — he would never say no to a debate for he likes to exercise his mind. He is like a broken down doll — a disturbed and stressful person who would rather smoke a stick than talk to people. Heed not though, for if you keep on pestering him, he’ll get easily attached to you like he is with his sticks. In no time, his world would revolve around you.

Date a guy who smokes, because he is stubborn. He’s sometimes immature and will do whatever he wants. He’ll hurt you. He hurts people for fun. But if he loves you, he’ll treat you different from the others. You’d be like a queen with his embrace — a special entity. He’d give you everything. He’d even drink with you in times of distress.

Date a guy who smokes in public without any inhibition. He likes to blow smoke in front of rude people who looks at him with disgust. That way, you know that he is brave. He would fight for you and be there for you when things go bad. He won’t hesitate to enter a bar-room brawl if he thinks that you were misjudged or your ego was stepped on. He will be your knight in shining armor.

Date a guy who smokes. You see? Most smokers are intelligent and creative. They are brooders, readers, artists or painters — sometimes all. He would serenade you with the deepest thoughts and musings in life. He’d not hesitate to listen to your nonsensical ramblings and rants for he too, has a lot in mind. Date a guy who smokes because like everyone else, he is not perfect. He would think that he’s a useless piece of shit that nobody likes.

Date a guy who smokes because he’s notcareless, more like carefree. People would say that he is irresponsible for his actions. But no — he perfectly knows the consequences of his actions. He need not to be reminded about the health risks because he knows… Believe me, he knows. He googled every ‘smoking risks’ after he had that first coughing fit. He does not care about what happens — he just want to live life! We’ll all die anyways and that’s his way to carpe diem. Seize the day! With that, he’d take you to different places and spoil you with the sweetest things in life because he knows that life is too short.

Date a guy who smokes because he needs help.He needs you in his life — to change him and to make him a better person. Date a guy who smokes because he’s looking for that spark — that special someone who would change his nasty ways, who’d tell him to:‘Stop. Drop that cigarette now.’Date a guy who smokes because he’s willing to change for you and drop all his vices because he’s madly in love with you that he’d do anything —everything— just to make you happy.

Date a guy who smokes because like everybody else, he’s not perfect.

Date a guy who smokes because he wants to change — not for you but for himself.

hm. cute. this may be true. although this also goes out to the girls who smokes. dont judge them. but what happens if the two of them are smokers? then no need to change. they’ll just die together. will be the sweetest thing ever.