Scattered

What are you?

and

What am I?

I honestly believe we as people make things harder for ourselves than they need to be, or really are. Fact is, we are ALL in search of our own happiness, and sometimes that means tears...it means pain...it means learning...it means obligations and accomplishing the impossible to prove that it IS infact possible. It means surviving. What is so hard about just surviving?

Brains are our downfall.

Emotions. Thoughts. Analizations.

I find myself thinking alot of times that we make ourselves out to be something we are not. We are just animals who happen to posess this over-analytical piece of matter, yet we believe to be superior to the universe. Who is to say we as people are just part of an "ant farm" to something/somewhere bigger?

Why do we strive so hard to make life filled with happiness? filled with meaning? All we do is live, and then we die. Why is it so important we leave a legacy? What is the point of human beings at all...or anything else for that matter? What are we a part of?

Shooting stars. Laughing babies. Neon Green.

Smiling faces. Coffee with cream.

nonsense or clarity?

we choose what we see; we choose what we believe.

open your eyes and open your mind.

This isn't unreal,

This doesn't have to be real.