Sometimes my days are rainy and gray and others are bright and sunny, no matter the forecast. Ironically I have come to enjoy the rainy days over the sunshine. Even though depressions sweeps over me in torrents, I find the caressing sensation of the exploding raindrops harmonic to my soul, my salute to reality. Sometimes people get lost, and their reality tends to blend with their expectations, but what we expect and what becomes isn’t always the same thing. So where do we draw the line? Do we erase all time and back to the first lie that was ever told to us and start from there rebuilding and sculpting our own fate into what we consider perfection or better yet “Socially Acceptable“? Or do we simply start from scratch, leveling with the fact that all life is meaningless until you’re actually living it? The power of a good tongue lashing is so underrated these days, physical abuse seems much more desirable. Options are scarce.
