When does it end. When does it begin. Is there such thing as a perfect world? A perfect family? What is perfect? Just a word. A word that describes so much. We all have our problems. Problems that our families have. Problems that my family has that I don't even know about.
Problems I don't even know I had.
It seems like its all unfolding at once. Like there was a sheet of a beautiful sunset on a beach in the Caribbean and now its being peeled back to show who it really is. And its not pretty. Know we see who you really are. All your mistakes your thoughts your actions. Every thought that is behind every action. I can see why now that we hide it. Hide our true identities.
Why would you show something unpretty that is true if you could hold up something false to convince that everything is ok. A lot has happened. How did it come to this? How did we let it get this far without stopping?
Maybe he's right. Maybe I should give religion a chance. And not by just showing up but by living it. Actually living it. Its worth a shot. It can only get better.
Take the chance. Yolo might as well do it right.
Be nice cause everyone has their own baggage to deal with. Maybe lighten it for them by being a friend.
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