the sad truth to humans is that even when something is right in front of our faces, we still choose to live in seriously deluded states of bliss, until it advertently increases tenfold until even the blindest of us have our eyes forced open, and depressingly its impact more than hits us -- it practically punches the living daylights out of us.

which makes us question why we create our own sufferings when it could so easily be avoided.
do we have that much hope is us that circumstances and situations might change if we just hang on long enough?

or do we stay, because the other choice of leaving isnt much of a choice at all.

how do people find that courage to rule with their heads and is that always the best way?

everything is ephemeral. and i believe that the sentimental hopeful side to us always triumphs over the cynics. because we always believe the bad is going to be over soon, and we hide our hearts against the other side of the story which is that the good might be over soon as well.

so it's all about a game of hiding and the inevitable seeking us out.

but seriously, whats life without hope.
i always believed and will always believe that everything will turn out okay in the end, and if it doesnt, that's cause the end hasnt come yet.

things have their own funny little ways of falling into place.

and ultimately, everything will be fine and dandy once more.