This is my reality

It's strange how life plays you sometimes. You can be so happy that you bubble and can't stop smiling, but at the same time you can have such a big hole in your stomach that's eating you up alive. It's a fight inside me everyday. Who or what that will win depends on what i want and what i'm willing to fight for, but how do you know if its' worth it in the end? If you don't take a chance you will never ever win. Life is cruel like that, so is love. Thus carma is a bitch. But i don't think you would appreciate life otherwise.

They say that a picture say more than hundred words. But eyes say even more. You can see a whole story in someones eyes. It doesn't really matter if the story is true or not, because you make up your own reality. I forget about that sometimes. It's so easy to see all the bad stuff in this world, but if you keep on focusing on the good things, the world will be a better place. At least in your head. And who are the one to tell you what reality is?

Don't care so much about science. Experience will win anyway. Make up your own life. Make your own happiness. Happiness will spread like a scent in the wind. You just have to keep on smiling. Things are only sad if you let them be. And if you think you have to wait for happiness, then you will.

Seeing a child starve is heartbrokening, but give it food and that will be one of the most beautiful things you've ever seen. And that's why the hardest love is also the strongest and the most beautiful one. You can turn something bad into something good, you just have to find the strenght to actually do it. You make up your own reality. One person can change the world, because it's your head that make your world so you are the one and only to rule it.

Even though i love life just now, i will always be broken. I will always have deep scars and a hole inside me, and that's not fair. It won't matter how big my smile is or how much i will love life, i will always not wanna live like this. But it's not up to me. I won't ever infect everyone around me with that, i rather smile and open the window. Because how hard my life ever will be, i will always fight for the small beautiful things in life. I will always fight for beauty and all kinds of love. The harder i will fight for love, the more i will win in the end. Or actually on my way there. At least in my reality. I rather regret me trying to hard and giving my whole life for something as wonderful as you then regretting i never tried the hardest i could. If love isn't the right tool to fight for life, then nothing is.

That's my reality.


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