What am I doing here? So far, all I've done is sit around and live without any considerable feelings. Indifferent, in a way, to everything around me. I don't have my heart set in things I do anymore, and I don't know why. As a kid, I've always had a wonder and a fascination with everything around me, from the winds to the trees. Twelve years later, look at me now: sitting with legs crossed, my face propped up by my hand, apathetic eyes staring off into the distant past.
But what do I know? Life's just begun. The day's as light as the brightest dream, and time's is as fast as the slowest stream. Or so they say.
Surely I have people I love, and some more than others. I think it's great to have some things to hold you to the ground, to keep you on this earth, to keep you reminded of who you are. But we don't get everything we wish for, or for that matter, most things we wish for. So why is there all of this bullshit? Smokescreens to hide the real raw emotions, and for what? Because you're scared? Tell me who isn't scared, and I'll tell you that he/she is a liar. Tough luck. Everyone is scared, but it's not about how unafraid you are of the future. It's how much you're willing to tough it out.
Nobody is going to hit as hard as life; you, me, anybody. It's not about how hard we can fight back, it's about how much we can persevere. It's about how long we can stay on our feet and keep moving. And if you're scared of what will happen in the future, then why are you living now?
Think about this: how can there be a thing as a "perfect couple"? Or "perfect love"? Or "true romance"? To tell you the truth, there isn't anything that is perfect. Couples go through hardship like anyone else, and the ones that stay together are the ones that don't let adversity get to them. That's what truly matters in the end: the willingness to sacrifice for the benefit of the other person, because you truly love him/her.
That's what being real is.
