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Life......and all the toppings.
Sometimes you look in the mirror and tell yourself that you're not good enough. Sometimes you feel like you could fly through the ceiling because you're so happy. Does this make any sense at all? Of course it doesn't. Life isn't supposed to make sense. Oh, and the term, 'Life is only as good as you make it,' is such a lie. I mean, yah. To some extent you're going to make your life better if your happy and optimistic but it only takes one person to make you rain tears. I often think about what it would be like to have a world where everybody is nice, you know, the whole world peace thing? And I've come to the conclusion that I wouldn't want a world like that. A world with people that are fake, that sympathize when they want to laugh. A world where nothing seems true because you only see the outside of people not their heart. But most of all, that world wouldn't be considered nice and peaceful, it would just seem natural. Because everyone knows that you can't have a nice without a naughty, just like you can't have a heart without love. Lately, I've seen a lot of people that seem so sure of themselves but they don't even know who they are. Deep inside, there is a voice calling to them, telling them that they need to change, that they need to be who they really are adn be sucked in by conformity. And what do they do? They ignore the pain that they feel, the pain they feel when they're rejected, the pain they feel when they laugh when they want to cry, but most of all the pain they want to reach someone. They want someone to understand and to care, someone to share the pain with, one that will listen with their heart and soul, and one who will embrace the pain with them and help them through. And then there are the people that realize their pain. When I see those people my heart aches because what I see is confusion and I can never be close enough to help. I feel that every person who looks at me with muddy eyes that only reflect my own greed, that I need to return what I have taken. Their eyes invite me, but their hearts do not. They seem like they can cope but they want to ignore the whole subject........Sometimes I feel lost. Sometimes I feel loved and like I belong somewhere, but most of the time I feel that all those feelings are just an apparation. Sheesh. The world is a weird place, but I love the challenge. Oh, if only the world was a banana split.........
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