time travel

I travel now. Not over land nor through the sea. I am not in the air. But I travel time. One second for every second. I can only travel forward. Looking backward only distracts me from looking forward, and looking forward stops me from enjoying the experience of now. I must constantly look forward for the decisions I must to make, while looking back for the knowledge that I need to make them, and I have only a shaky understanding of where I am now.
Time moves so fast that life seems a blur; days turn into months, months into weeks, weeks into years. I can hardly keep track of time.

I would like to take this moment for all of us to slow down.                     Relax.              And perhaps take a nap, because virtually everyone I know is sleep deprived.               And after that wonderful nap, as the dregs of drowsiness fade.     Think inwardly.     "Who am I?"      "Where did I come from"      "Where am I going?"        "why don't I sleep more?"   "I need sleep"  "Why am I still reading this blog?".  "oh yeah... the GIFs so it has to be good."

What are underneath those Hats?

I understand the analogy of hats in writing, but different personalities for different people or settings seems ridiculous like some sort of mental disorder.
The hat of a stereotypical jock or cheer leader or nerd or anything, taken too far is a virus that consumes the rest of your head.
I saw people on hat day who resisted the silly hats, seemingly because they thought they were too cool for them.
 They could only wear one hat. Or no hat.
I also see people who change so much between situations that I really do wonder if they have a disorder. I wonder if I should get help.
In classes they are silent, ghosts of themselves yet In knightings they are fireworks. They simply live with the crowd. They wear the hats that other people give them.
They seldom wear anything but.

It perturbs me.

The hats are only illusions. Real and psychological.
Illusions of what you portray yourself to be.
As Adam Zappala wisely once said,
"When I wear a hat for too long, I hate it, because when I take it off it feels like I'm still wearing it"
Take off the hat. And feel your hair.
Will you be bald? Your true self eaten by the hat? A starving soul?
Would you get treatment? or would you start wearing a wig?

Entropy

Entropy is life.

 It's what makes our universe diverse, it makes worlds form, and bad days for hair.

 It is chaos. It is life. It is time.

It makes you loose your cursed keys and blasted phone,

It is order, it is changing, it is death.

It's my life,

It's your life.

the only constant is change.

It's a process.

Time changes you.

It cannot be stopped.

We can channel it. We can work life to our advantage. We can form our own world.

But that is dangerous. Dancing with chaos is dangerous. New Ideas are dangerous. 

But risk.

 Risk is the only thing worth living for.

For dying for. 

We cannot let entropy, life, chaos, risk, make us fear. 

Fear is fear.

Fear breeds fear.

fear is fear,

fear fear,

Without fear. without risk. without danger. without entropy,We would not change.

We could not change.

Frozen.

We would be frozen. 

and we wouldn't be singing.

Frozen.

Without likes, without fear, without sadness.

We would be nothing...

When life overwhelms us,

When The heat is too much.

"Nothing" could sound like a good option.
no.
It's not.

When you break your computer, when your prom dress looks ugly, when your tittle is spelled wrong, when you're not sure if you're using, commas, correctly, When order turns to chaos, when Entropy breaks us, When life is the giver of lemons...

Adapt.

Adapt to life.

Adapt to ideas.

Adapt to pain.

Adapt to chaos.

Adapt to change.

Adapt to entropy.