We make mistakes. We suck and kick the wrong ass and save the wrong damsel in distress. In our life’s drunk reality we find our way to the kitchen to realize we opened the front door. And Meredith Grey was right, we never really grow up. For even in the scary truth of the historical “adulthood”, when we’re allowed to drive, drink, smoke and waste our own lives beacuse we are at legal age, we remain to be kids — Naive, curious, deadly and royal pains in the ass, but we already know that.
For no jolly, happy reason, we love drama and showbiz. So, we bulid our own little hollywood inside our heads and houses. I built my own hollywood, the whole red carpet and stuff, i had my own share of paparrazis and blind items. For a while, the whole celebrity thing rocked but it doesn’t last. Admit it, the hang-over of all those pesky talks and everything serially showbiz is a nasty headache that breaks not only our skull, but also our hearts.
And love? Love is a humble, great force that makes us happy, not used or lustful. It does not make us take our clothes off and hump away, nor does it make us throw an innocent brown stuffed toy to the trash…or maybe it does, but the one thing i am certain it does do is to mold us into perfection by making our own arrogant and smart-in-different-levels, sane and intolerably hard-headed self. To make it short, it doesn’t make angelina or brad look more gorgeous than us, but i could be just exaggerating.. ;p
The beauty of being wrong is that we learn what is right. It is by following a ghost that we come face to face with reality, death teaches us life.
And though we can do nothing about the truth that stories in books sound more perfect than our own life and love stories, the reality that we are “the reality” is the best and most twisted happy and painfully unchangeable beauty in this cuboidal-round world.
So live life, laugh more, cry harder and do something crazy just so you’d have something to laugh about when you’re older.
The beauty of life is that we don’t always know,
but it gives us the freedom to learn and find evidences to uncover it’s darkest, most anonymous mysteries.. It gives us the chance to understand..
The beauty of life is that we don’t always do it right,
beacuse we don’t have to, we have to do the wrong things to understand why the other choice is the right one, we should fall to stand up again and know that our skepticism must be willing to embrace questionable truths sometimes…
The beauty of life is that we face hundreds and thousands of rules,
but life gives us the freedom to die to make us realize that life can be too short to follow rules, so dare to break them. For in breaking rules we find ourselves and create our own personalities, imperfect but unique— just like evryone else..
the beauty of life is that it crushes our illusions and dreams,
but only to give us the chance to live a reality that will never be as beautiful as our illusions, because our reality will always be something more, much more beautiful than our dreams because we have it, we own it.
“Dreaming, we see the what we want to see, hear what we want to hear. Life challenges us to do more than that, we have to work and make those dreams become the bigger reality.”
For even unreachable stars can fall to the earth to grant us wishes, and the unrevealed amd unknown will never be as beautiful as the existing truths.
At this point, I have learned that most of the time, the only way to find the thing we want the most is to go and follow the opposite direction.