Life is a bitch. Karma is a bitch. Therefore, life is karma. But do you know who is a real fucker? Assumption. How many times shit went really down just because, instead of talking it out, we just thought of something and allowed that to rule our emotions and actions? At the end of the day, there are seven billion parallel worlds in this planet.
I've only encountered one piece of true wisdom in my life so far, when people say they're older but none the wiser.
I'm a thirty-year-old out-and-proud grown-ass man whose image would make my six-year-old self so damn proud. Yet I still see the world through my fifteen-year-old scared-yet-hopeful eyes.
Okay, enough with the compounds.
I was eight when I first experienced people's gratuitous dislike towards me. I've always lacked any basic level of social skills and somehow that never stopped me from trying. 22 years later and here I am, longing to embrace the devilish monster I've been often called. I've heard that, if I do, I will have the same lonely late life as my father. Although loneliness is never good, I cannot say it waited for my late years.
That's not what prevents me from embracing the social horns. It's actually my innocent, hopeful teenager view of the world that keeps wishing this wrecked society will one day stop mixing authenticity for rudeness. It's actually the fact that, every time I see my world, that monster isn't there, no matter how many times people say otherwise.
See how fucked up I am for assuming things?
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Don't you pretend that you don't need a little more from me.
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