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13 Reasons Why is a story of Hannah Baker who committed suicide and left a box of tapes to her friends, the ones who, according to her, had caused her to commit suicide. And the rest of the story is based on how Clay Jensen, one of her classmates, who you can see clearly, had a crush on Hannah, listened to the tapes and learned the truth that would change his life forever.
Watching the series makes me think about death. Relax, I am not planning to commit suicide or am having any depression like Hannah. I'm just thinking, what would it be, if I die? Will anyone, besides my family, cry or just genuinely feel sad? What would they think of me? It's so unfortunate that she died young. Or, poor little girl, she could've had a tremendous future. What would they feel about it? Sad? Surprised? Pity? I'm so dead curious about it.
I used to be afraid of dying. I think I am still so young, I have a lot of potentials, I have my dreams, places to travel to, things to try, clothes to buy, food to eat, etc.
I am so scared of dying before I even have the chance to do all of those things I want.
That fear of dying makes me forget to live.
I forgot that the life I am living right now, is a luxury itself.
It is my only chance to achieve the ultimate goal of my life: To be happy.
So now, I am not afraid of dying.
Not because I think I have lived a fulfilling life. No, I am still working on it.
But because I want to be happy and grateful of the life I am living.
I know when I look back, I have done nothing great, but a lot of mistakes instead. There are also loads of things I want to achieve in this life.
So whatever it is, I want to work on it, whether to reflect on my mistakes and do better, or do things to achieve my dreams.
I want to live each day, as it is the last day of my life. Thus, when I get tired of this life, chasing things with no guarantee I will earn it someday, I can always look back, and be proud of what I have done in order to live well and right.
And finally, when it is really the last day of my life, I will not regret it as much as I would.
I feel sometimes, I have all the time in the world. Sometimes, I think I am running out of time.
Often, I feel so alive, yet dead inside.
I feel content but I wipe my tears at nights.
I scream in joy while crying my heart out.
I feel life is just too good to be true, but at the same time I am disappointed in life because it's never fair.
Sometimes I am so full of energy that I tire myself out.
And sometimes shit happens.
That's fine. That's life. C'est la vie.
You can never please everyone. Everyone, including yourself.
You are your biggest critic.
Forgive yourself and make peace with life.
Because, as I have said in my previous post, life is never fair, and it never will be.
So why taking up so many time of your life of hating yourself, when you can be happy at that very same time?
To those who are having a hard time to live and love themselves,
(I'm not gonna tell you: you're beautiful, precious, or strong, because it is soooo mainstream and I believe you already know how fabulous you are).
Cheer up, people! You are not struggling alone.
Life sucks parce que c'est la vie.
I used to be afraid of dying. I think I am still so young, I have a lot of potentials, I have my dreams, places to travel to, things to try, clothes to buy, food to eat, etc.
I am so scared of dying before I even have the chance to do all of those things I want.
That fear of dying makes me forget to live.
I forgot that the life I am living right now, is a luxury itself.
It is my only chance to achieve the ultimate goal of my life: To be happy.
So now, I am not afraid of dying.
Not because I think I have lived a fulfilling life. No, I am still working on it.
But because I want to be happy and grateful of the life I am living.
I know when I look back, I have done nothing great, but a lot of mistakes instead. There are also loads of things I want to achieve in this life.
So whatever it is, I want to work on it, whether to reflect on my mistakes and do better, or do things to achieve my dreams.
I want to live each day, as it is the last day of my life. Thus, when I get tired of this life, chasing things with no guarantee I will earn it someday, I can always look back, and be proud of what I have done in order to live well and right.
And finally, when it is really the last day of my life, I will not regret it as much as I would.
I feel sometimes, I have all the time in the world. Sometimes, I think I am running out of time.
Often, I feel so alive, yet dead inside.
I feel content but I wipe my tears at nights.
I scream in joy while crying my heart out.
I feel life is just too good to be true, but at the same time I am disappointed in life because it's never fair.
Sometimes I am so full of energy that I tire myself out.
And sometimes shit happens.
That's fine. That's life. C'est la vie.
You can never please everyone. Everyone, including yourself.
You are your biggest critic.
Forgive yourself and make peace with life.
Because, as I have said in my previous post, life is never fair, and it never will be.
So why taking up so many time of your life of hating yourself, when you can be happy at that very same time?
To those who are having a hard time to live and love themselves,
(I'm not gonna tell you: you're beautiful, precious, or strong, because it is soooo mainstream and I believe you already know how fabulous you are).
Cheer up, people! You are not struggling alone.
Life sucks parce que c'est la vie.
