Life has always been such a great mystery to me. Things happened...things didn't...things will happen. I met people...I didn't meet all of the people I wanted to...I will meet more people. I felt different emotions...some were strong...some passed really fast that I can't even remember them...some had a great impact on my life.
I wished for so many things to happened...I wished to become a great person...just like my dad...I did become great but I still have a long way until I'll be like dad. I wished to find true love...I did...but it wasn't that true...or maybe I found it with the wrong person...at least it was good...for that short amount of time. At least I'm such a fucked up person that I let go of that emotion right away.
I wished to become the real me once again...but I'm afraid...of getting close to some of my old friends...if they are still my friends...I guess I ignored them to much...I guess I closed myself in a box and I shouldn't have done that. I wished for everything to be just a dream...for dad to be here with me and mom...for mom not to have health problems.
I wished for a better world...for a world in which we could all live in piece...without the fear that someone might rob you on the street...or if that happened, I wished for people to react to that and help the person in need and not be ignorant.
But...I wonder how many of my wishes came true...how many didn't...how many will come true in the future...near or distant...I wonder....why life is painted in black and white...
...why everything has an opposite...
