getting a life

Sometimes I creep myself out. I find myself immersed in other people's lives, only it's people I don't know...people I wish I knew. I see the simplicity coated in the warm, pure, and magical embrace of life with no indication of unrealistic expectations. It's all there, everything that these people do (and I speak mainly from perusing through photographs) are all things that people should do. For a moment in time I forget about the people who give humanity a bad name and the somewhat...hollow people who cruise through this beach city I call home. I draw inspiration from the creativity that stems from a lifestyle of spontaneity and well-being. I want to be just as satisfied with a walk down a country high-way in the heat of the day, or a stroll through an air conditioned grocery store with nothing in mind to buy. I find comfort in the fact that the things I want most don't consist of the materialistic,but instead, are made up of feelings and the need to be happy, the need for adventure, people, places, inspirations, love, simplicity, and spontaneity. There's so much time ahead and  the times I've spent cooped up and trapped within myself will be refunded, if you will, with the new. I'm dreading the month of August, because the people who have made up my present state of contentedness will go off to college, thus, we will all simultaneously upset the balance that has been created over the course of a year and a half. However, there was once a point when I realized that things like the dreaded month of August will have to come and go in order for me and the others to reach their lifestyle of choice; so that we may sift through relationships, gain and lose opportunities, and shape our own realities with new matured perspectives. Really, all I'm doing is rooting for life. If I can't live along the lines of the strangers I look up to, then at least I have more of an opportunity to be completely original.