Your attempts to restrain me with the shackles of normality have come to nothing.
Look into my face and get your head around the fact I’d rather be busy living than worry needlessly about small minds and pathetic mentalities — stop wasting my time with your pitiful insecurities and quit raining on my “happy.”
*This is for the person who regularly reproaches me my lack of “normal”*
I went to see The Shawshank Redemption at the theatre last night and even though I’ve read the novel about 20 times and lost count of how many times I’ve seen the film, I felt so elated after that final scene – it’s not as if I don’t know what’s coming… yet every time it grabs me in exactly the same way. I guess it’s the triumph of hope over adversity. And staying true to who you are, no matter the circumstances or pressures put upon you. Not to mention the fact that we all have that very simple choice to make: “Get busy living or get busy dying.” Who cares about normal? I want happy.