There's no such thing as a good situation, a bad one. A perfect or imperfect one. All these terms are just referring to how we feel. Over the moon is related to perfect, under the pressure is synonymous to crap. Who and where does a child stand enough to decide if his family is perfect? Because perfection is not given. It is seen in the eyes of the beholder. You could give this child the priority of the world, and he chooses to put himself down to curse the world. Another maybe give the hardest battle from birth, yet he sees life as a gift in its respective perfection. Perfection exists only in imperfection to be admired as unique, to be laughed at as humourous, to be appreciated in its pristine value and prestige. A perfect life does not mean a happy life, an a happy life is never a perfect life. Because without pain, happiness wouldnt be as high. The sweet wouldn't be as sweet without the bitter.No child deserves anything. They were put into a good life for no rhyme or reason. Luck is the deciding factor. A rich or poor, abusive or kind family, a child has to live with it. Care and emphathy? Right. Because life really is fair, because it is unfair to everybody. A family of no love? Someone out there has no family to love. Beatings? Another kid is getting killed. Crying? Someone out there is too starved to cry. Tell me about your pain. I've seen quite abit myself. Perfect lifestyles means a controlled person, relying and only relying. I'm aim for perfection in my thinking but happiness in this life. I've had enough crap, seen nightmares come to life that i realised, nothing in the world is really that bad. Nothing is really that good either. Two sides to a coin? Too bad i'm a libran. I view both sides equally~
Perfection is but a dream. Happiness is but a step away...
'The first kiss stole the breath from my lips, why did the last one tear us apart~?'
Aaron commented that i had a 'poker' face. Not too bad, i learnt to put out emotions that people want to see. Who knows the mix inside of me? Maybe only one person does. Then again, too bad she's gone so... ^^ today was plainly amazing. I haven't felt like this, like a child since her... Dance sessions, study and best of all, I'm revisiting places of fond memories soon. It's the irony of ironies here. I'm happy to go to a place where so many painful memories are kept, in order to release these memories. Put them down into the ground with a concrete slab and angel on it. Engraving, here lies the fondest of reminiscence of a fool who gave too much. Well, i'm burying all the feelings now. Any will be paused till...next year? But by then. I want to chase my dreams of being a performer...
MWhenever you feel like letting go, and you've got your back against the wall, just hold on~'
This is the thing about memories i learnt. Some of us have a unique...ability to erase the faces of these memories. But memories are meant to be put down, not forgotten. An erased memory will haunt the person until he dares to face them again. So to a dear friend, if you are going to erase the memories of us, good luck when they haunt you. It's gonna hurt. Fucking hurt. The bloodied scars will rip open again, and the blood of memories past streams out, the ice cold tingle on broken skin. Trust me, by then you'd regret calling me a betrayer when we were really helping you the long way...
