The answer to our lives

This song is playing in my head.

You see me sittin here
A smile upon my face
The time has come but you know that its not too late
There's been to many things
Together we've seen
It's not that hard if we start to beleive
And were not gonna take anymore
Can we try to erase all the pain
So please

Chorus

Show me a reason
Give me a sign
Tell me the way we fall out of line
Is it today
Or is it tonight
We'll find the answer to our life

This world is not at ease
We seem to hide the truth
But then there is only so much we can leave at ease
Its up to you and me
To fix our destinys
The turn is here so lets take a stand
And were not gonna take any more
Can we try to erase all the pain
So please

(chorus)

So tell me why we have to cry ( i try)
When theres so many things we can do to help these troubles
The world will start anew
I need a reason
I need a sign
Theres no turning back
Im here by your side
Is it today or maybe tonight
We'll find
The answer to our lives
Show me the way
Give me a sign
Tell me the way we fall out of line
Is it today
Is it tonight
The answer to our lives

Vulnerable

Isn't it odd that the time you really want some form of comfort is the time when you are denied of it?

Decisions

Sometimes I think decisions suck. Especially mutually exclusive ones. How can you weigh the pros and cons of uncertainty? Stubborn-ess at the core of selfishness. How can there be a happy ending for all?

In the realistic world, there are unfulfiled dreams. In pursuing some (albeit not knowing if there is a megre possibility that it would come to pass), we have to let go of other things that matter to us.

Of course, nothing is set in stone.

But then again, turning away from some things means turning away from certain possibilities. We cannot have everything.

I want more than you can ever imagine. Right now, I don't know how to get there, and as days go by I am slowly losing faith. Reality bites, people mostly end up as nobodies. Why do we want to have more than we can get?

When I was 17, I wanted the world, but I only saw a speck of sand in a vast desert.
When I was 18, I wanted the continent, but I only saw a blade of grass in a field.
When I was 19, I wanted the country, but I only saw a tree in a forest.
When I was 20, I wanted the city, but all I can see was a single street.
Now I am 21, so young, so full of life, but I see... nothing. Can I even have that single street? I want everything I wanted even when I was 17, but I no longer believe in fairy tales.

Musing. Rather amusing. Bitter. Sweet. Life is.

You never know what the future brings. All's well that ends well. Where the wind blows, that is the path that I will follow.

We always have a choice. Always. Even if it is a hard choice, even if it is a biased choice, we still have a choice.

What will be my choice?