Real talk
I was never customized to the word love. Not that it did not make sense to me.Hardly said and hardly meant.Never witnessing such beauty, lacks the beauty in itself. I often think about it, what could have been if things had happened differently. If things were not the same. So a prayer, to accept the world as it is, change the things we can, or neither be positive or negative, because in as much as pessimism is a must an optimists world can never survive. So I choose life, to live without boundaries to believe in my dreams to never give up. Unless giving up makes sense to the order of progress. It’s not a philosophy and it’s not lie. A man has to be real, like the brooding realist reality. As I review my tailored choices, I want to love because there is no other warmer feeling in this cold world. Fact is the true love is real, and the reality of that truth is vulnerability. Until then we may never truly love and we may never know the depth of this construct,this feeling, this phenomenon. Love.
