Here’s to the joy and peril.

To the crossroads in life, the ones which we all encounter.

We cannot escape. 

Ignorance cannot be used, for it is a downfall of the modern human being.

For we cannot strive to be perfect.

Perfection is a blind ideal placed upon us by the wretched society that calculates beauty based solely on a biased appearance of colored clay, darkened powder, and an unhealthy slenderness that should never be perceived as beauty. The magazines that place an unreachable ideal, for we are all one in the same.

To the woman who fights to turn her sadness into something relieving, something she can fight for. Something worth fighting for.

To the man who constantly battles temptation and vices that corrupt the mind and soul. 

To the child who faces that darkest of all times, the times in which he or she faces the real world in all its nudity and sadistic realism.

You all face a turbulent time.

One where love. peace. anger. hope. frustration. sorrow. compassion. all blend. 

We are all one.

It is the colorful characteristics of time that make our lives something so beautiful. 

So do not run from the sorrows, pains, hopelessness you face in this incredible time.

No matter what anyone says,

No matter what anyone thinks,

You are you for a reason.

And you are something no one else could ever be.

You.

Repetition.

You left on Christmas Day.

I don’t ever really talk about you.

Frankly, because, there’s not much to talk about. We were just two different people.

But.

You accepted me above everything else. Even when we argued, and, my god, we never stopped arguing. It was always about something stupid, something that had no real relevance whatsoever, but.

It wasn’t, really a problem, was it?

You judged me for my music taste, and I made fun of your favorite past-time. But at the end of the day, spending time together was something we looked forward to. It became something vital, a necessity.

Then you told me that we wouldn’t ever see each other anymore.

.

You left on Christmas Day.

But I should be honest with you,

Out of all the ones who decided to be a part of my life, you held the most respect. Because when I look back, I know that you tried your best. We both did.

I guess,

things just don’t work out. It’s these inexplicable reasons that boggle the mind, rendering some hearts into a wrecked state. But not us. Acceptance got the best of us. And we never looked back. At least you never did. I’m doing my best. And at times, it proves difficult. But you gave me strength at a time where I was deemed incapable.

It’s these inexplicable reasons that boggle the mind, rendering some hearts into a wrecked state. But not us.

Not us.

Unwanted.

If there’s one thing that confuses me the most,

is the unexplained desire to crave what we can’t have, be it physically or emotionally.

It bothers me so much.

To not be able to be with that person who appeals so much to you, or to have them affectionately respond to your feelings.

It becomes unbearable, actually.

Sure, you can become “immune” to it.

But, in reality, all you’re doing is living in denial.

And why would you ever want to do that to yourself.

…

It’s going to be okay.

Right?