CONVICTIONS

People will always fall in love with the most perfect aspects of each other’s personalities.  Who wouldn’t, right? Anybody can love the most wonderful parts of another person.

But you know what the clever trick really is?
Can you accept the flaws? Can you look at your partner’s faults honestly and say ‘I can work around that. I can make something out of it.’ Because the good stuff is always going to be there, and it’s always going to be pretty and sparkly, but the crap underneath can ruin you.

I watched everyone and everything around me falling apart, no matter  what they have had built for years. Now I’m losing every inch of appreciation with what’s happening around me. Everything is depreciating, proving me wrong of what I used to believe in.

My conviction says I will never marry. And a part of me says I will never be emotionally available again, for a long long time. #provemewrong

I WISH I MAY, I WISH I MIGHT

How heavenly and lucky are those who get to go home and kiss or hug the love of their lives from a loooong day: May it be your parents or your lover.

DOTS -- THEN YOU CONNECT

There are far more implications that the word "grow" houses. People grow, wants elevated, more and more essentials needed. Day by day we meet different struggles that conveys to a yet another complication.
When you're young, everything is seemingly obtainable. Then reality comes dawning, age is catching up whilst realizing the crap in your selfishly lavish decisions. You look back and wished you had the conformity and enough maturity when you had your childish dreams and juvenile out-reasoned convictions. Realizations come and wash you whole: You realize you were not meant for something and meant for another, YOU REALIZE WHAT'S MORE VALUABLE TO YOU. You lose friends and live by it the next day, and tend to keep the truest.
Life will never be fair. But thinking that life will never be fair to everyone keeps the positivity, somehow.
Have your families close so long as you can, otherwise you'd end up hating yourself more than ever.
We grow old and every thing that has passed is yet another countless seam of humor.