When I come across a dream that feels so real I explode with desire and passion but not to long after I realize that there was no foundation to the dream and I watch it fade away from my grasp, then I start to drown in my loss. Almost like mourning, but then how can you miss something that was never there, that was never yours? Reality is a harsh place. We are taught to believe in so many things. They tell us to believe in heaven, a place that exists only for peace and love, no wars or hate. We are to believe in Santa, the tooth fairy, and the Easter bunny and are told that we can be anything we want to be. For a good part of our life we take in these stories and breathe them like air for we believe that there is something to look forward to, that there is something more in this world. Slowly we finally get the facts; there’s no Santa, no Tooth Fairy or Easter Bunny, and not everybody can be who they want to be. All our hope, all of our faith is just taken away and our dreams turn into a nightmare which we are to call reality. The magic that once filled our souls is emptied and filled with doubt. We reach out to heaven, in hope that something in this life is real.
No body feels understood. Everyone has their own story and each story has a deeper meaning, deeper thoughts that no one can describe. Seems like we’re always searching for something, maybe it’s love, but love is just a high that won’t last. You may love someone and be loved but still you will never be complete. No matter how hard you try to walk around it, block it or fill it the empty space remains. I try to see the world as a beautiful place because if you look closely it is. We are capable of feeling, of touching. Though you may feel hurt or sadness it is still feeling. You get to enjoy the feelings of happiness and excitement. The feeling of awe. Humans are incredible in such a way and its exhilarating to be able to feel; but people just have to channel their feelings. The world is beautiful and maybe the madness will someday end and we could see each other for who we really are, the same. No matter what race you are, or what religion you believe in we are all the same. We all want the same thing; to find what we’re searching for to fill in that place in your soul. Maybe when we see each other for what we are, then we will know that we are not alone, that we are one and that we can feel safe
We are pushed to learn, to succeed, and to make a difference. During this we are also taught that love conquers all, money isn’t everything, and if you work hard enough your dreams can come true. Why are we to be fed lies and even more why are we foolish enough to believe them. If money isn’t everything then why do we fight over it, why do we loose ourselves when trying to gain power? Those with money are the ones who rule our world, yet it is the people who don’t have it that have the pure hearts, that have the right minds to rule. Everyone’s intentions start out good and pure but the outcome rarely ends that way. There is no such thing as a good person, or bad. We all have evil in us as well as good but I don’t think we know how to tell them apart sometimes because there are so many of us out there that do wrong. In their minds it makes sense, like I said everyone has their own reasons and if we learned them I’m sure we’d understand even though it’s the wrong thing to do.
The children of today won’t save tomorrow; the children of tomorrow won’t save our future because no matter what generation we are in we keep making the same mistakes in different ways. So in this harsh world of reality we are not learning and I don’t think that anyone can accept that, so we continue to tell ourselves that we are right, that we are moving forward.
Do we all secretly number our days, wondering when our time is up? Many fear it, but if you believe in heaven or life after death why would you? Why wouldn’t you want to go there? It’s simply because deep down you aren’t sure whether it’s real, whether or not it is another lie. But this, this life, this world can’t be it. It can’t be all there is because we are nothing compared to the universe, to what’s really out there. There are too many unanswered questions for this to be it, and we will never figure it out until our time here is up. There is a bigger reason as to why we exist and why we walk the earth searching for something that we can’t find. There is no point in giving up; I never understood why people kill themselves because they don’t know what their future may bring. Even if it turns out to be a lonely disastrous life, it’s still life and there must’ve been a reason for it. That is one thing I believe, fate, everything happens for a reason and I think that is why I hold on because I know that there is a bigger plan for all of us.
Happiness is something that we can find daily but it can disappear as fast as it came. It comes and it goes, just like anything else, but when you have it I think its best to appreciate that you got the chance to experience its presence. All of those things, like laughter and love, kindness and goodness is all a gift that you receive more than once in your lifetime, but it also gets taken away when you might need it most. Sometimes we forget what its like to be happy, and that’s when it comes back to you, then there are times you feel that you’ve never known sadness, and that’s when it returns.
Are we all just shadows of past lives, stepping in the same footprints that others have left behind? As each night turns to day, and day turns to night time is still never grasped. It is something we can never get enough of, something that isn’t ours, something that determines our lives.We are selfish beings no matter how much we try to give, we all need and we all do whatever it takes to get what we most desire, but at what cost? In the end it’s never really worth it. Like love, at first it’s full of passion and lust but the fire always burns out, and sometimes you are left with someone you can trust and confide in, but other times you are left with a stranger and you don’t know who they are anymore. One day life, everything, may all make sense, or maybe it’s just something that’s not meant to be understood.
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