I wish that one day I could find something absolutely perfect in every
way. I wish that he existed somewhere thinking about how much he wants
something perfect too.
But perfect never is perfect.
Perfect ends up to be some messed up thing that never works out.
Why do we strive for something that we know will never work out? Why
do we put so much time and effort into making it perfect and when we
know that for once it is, it won't satisfy us.
Perfect isn't something we should want, but why, even though most of
us know that we will never live up too perfect standards, do we still
go over and over the fact that there is something wrong.
Things will never be perfect, perfect doesn't exist.
Happiness doesn't mean perfect, it means happy. Happiness doesn't come
from perfect-ness; happiness comes from you being comfortable in your
surroundings and everything just falling into place.
Happiness is all we should want and need.
I wish that I had something that made me amazingly happy in every way
possible. I think that should be aloud, to want happiness. I mean if
you're not happy, you should be able to want to be happy. If happiness comes so easily to most people, how can it decide not to apply to me? I know that I am happy in some ways, but I feel like I'm missing out on something huge everyday.
Love.
Does it exist?
Will I myself ever have someone who loves me, or who I love?
What does love feel like?
How do you know when it happens? Is it a huge revelation that you
feel, see, smell or hear?
Or is it slow and willing.
When will it happen?
Do I see him everyday, never talking or knowing him? Is it someone I
know?
Do we both think this way? Is that how I'll know?
If I could know who I would eventually love, would I be surprised?
Would I talk to him? Know him? See him?
Why is this so complicated.
But then again if life was simple they'd call it breathing, or thinking. Am I just contradicting myself here, or actually making sense in some weird way?
I listen to my music and wonder when these things in songs ever happen.
In the words of Never Shout Never: "What is love, what is love."
If I could tell you when I knew exactly I fell in love, this is the story.