Surreal; my favorite word.

Life is magical, it really is full of so many things that we are too blind to see. We are blinded by what we think we deserve, how we see ourselves, what people say about us, what we think we see in the mirror, our job position, our bank account numbers, and the dumbfounded looks on our faces when something embarrassing gets brought up in a conversation. We are blinded by reality and at a certain age we stop daring to dream. We are blinded by what people tell us is real or fake. We are blinded by our parents decisions and what they think is right and sometimes it clouds our judgment at such a young age. We are so blind, and still we have this saying “an eye for an eye” when in reality it won’t change the rarity of vision. We fail to open our eyes and really see something for what it is and than we get crushed as if we were never told. In my reality, life is always beautiful, because even when your drawn to tears, it only makes you feel that much more alive. The moments you laugh so hard you can’t catch your breath reminds you that you are still breathing, that life is amazing. When you cry yourself to sleep you realize how grateful you are for the sunrise in the morning as you warm up after a cold night. We realize these beautiful things only after we have wandered our broken legs through the dark. Life is beautiful though, because almost always we find our way back to the light. We find our way back home again, and this occurs until it’s forever permanent. Life is in the journey home, it always was and it will continue this way until everybody is at peace. There will always be beauty to be found in this chaotic world of twisted dreams and random endeavors, always.