Lately I've noticed that all I need is someone who will listen to my bullshit, call me out on my bullshit, and love me despite of my bullshit. I'm not sure if I'm happy or completely lost right now. I have no idea what I'm doing in my life or where I'm going. Sometimes I wonder if anything is absolute anymore. Is there still a right and wrong? The good and the bad? Lies and the truth? I think everything is left to interpretation, everything is gray. Sometimes we're forced to bend the truth, to transform it, because we're faced with things that are not of our own making. Sometimes life and all its tragedies catch up on us and we have no choice but to examine the person we've become. And sometimes we might not like the person we see...
As it turns out, nothing can save me from myself. Nothing is ever good enough for me. Nobody ever seems to make the cut. I followed my heart today, because I wanted to stand up for something I believe is right. But the tough thing about following your heart is that every once and a while it takes you to places you shouldn't be. Places that are as scary as they are exciting, as dangerous as they are alluring. Your heart can't always lead you down a road to a happy ending. And just when I thought I have matured, unexpected events occur and make me realise how much more growing I still have to do.
As it turns out, nothing can save me from myself. Nothing is ever good enough for me. Nobody ever seems to make the cut. I followed my heart today, because I wanted to stand up for something I believe is right. But the tough thing about following your heart is that every once and a while it takes you to places you shouldn't be. Places that are as scary as they are exciting, as dangerous as they are alluring. Your heart can't always lead you down a road to a happy ending. And just when I thought I have matured, unexpected events occur and make me realise how much more growing I still have to do.
