When I was younger, nobody told me that I wouldn't grow up in a perfect world. Nobody ever told me that people were evil and careless. And that I would be alone, or that I would lose people that I cared about trough my life. Nobody explained to me that I had to be strong and careless too. That people would step on me for no reason. I never new I would have to see through everybody because there's liars. There's evilness. There's fights, and distrust. Never anyone told me I would live in a world where I sometimes wouldn't belong. Where sometimes I wouldn't want to live in it. And that it would be so frustrating because I would want to change the world, and I wouldn't be able to do so. Nobody ever told me the Impossible was real. And that Perfection didn't exist. I'm still here. We're still here. Although misguided, trying to live everyday the best way we can, trying to see the light in every dark room, or even trying to survive. But we are here. In this reckless world, that pretty much doesn't give a shit about us. Anyway. We must be crazy. Abnormal. But this is life. And sometimes, if we are lucky, maybe things go well for us. Maybe sometimes it's enough the people who like us and support us. Maybe it's just enough. Because we always search for good things to support our life. Maybe that's all the purpose of life. Search what makes you feel truthfully Alive. And just live.