People long for certain things.
Love, lust, life.
Eternal, maybe, for themselves.
Or new life. A baby. A brother.
There are some things in life that
cannot be changed. The world
has its plans for us all, in one
way or another.
Maybe we're just to bounce from
end to end, relying only upon
the paths of others. Maybe there's
a book, naming every person and
their destiny from birth.
Or nothing at all. Maybe we really
are just humans, another race, and
we live our lives purely though
choice and what goes on around us.
But fate, maybe karma, always
gets us in the end. We don't choose
our birth. We don't choose our
death. It isn't meant to be.
Things get out of control fast.
Simple things get complicated,
people get hurt in more ways
than one. Everything changes.
In life, there are those who look
upon death as horrible, crude. There
are those who know it's how it should
be, how it needs to be.
People look for love their whole
lives, sometimes. Not finding it is
the greatest fear of mankind. That
is also how it should be.
But some things aren't the norm.
Some are unordinary. Out of the
loop. Unusual, not meant to be,
sometimes just punishment.
Why else would something like that
happen? Difference is what I strive for,
and hell, I take it back. I don't
want to be alone, not in this.
Not finding love seems like a big deal.
When somebody loves you, with all
their heart, sacrifices for you, fights,
defends for you...and you don't love
them back?
It happens. Heartbreak, tears. Or none.
When you have a person once headed
for hell, jail, death before their time. They
give up the path for you. Think about
you day after night after day, always.
You can't love. It isn't that person. You do
love them. Just not in the right way. They
are your best friend, your sister. That's the
only way you feel. The only way you know.
It isn't that they're wrong for you. They aren't
too much, too little. It's perfect. You're just
incapable. Physically, it's a problem, but not
so much. Mentally. Emotionally.
I don't use the word impossible. It's banned
from my dictionary. 'Anything is possible' I've
said. It isn't. Sometimes, when the truth is
right there, you have to accept it.
There's no other choice. Love is love.
Lack of love is...nothing. Emptiness that you
can't feel, hurting others without trying. You
want something. To make people happy.
But without a need for it, it can't happen.
To get something, you have to need it. In
any way. For pride, even. Need is a whole,
huge need within itself.
Pretending works. For awhile. Not long enough,
not enough to satisfy the want, the need to
make somebody happy. You need to, but
can't, don't know how. It doesn't work.
If everybody loved and nobody lied, the world
would, ultimately, be a better place for us all.
But would it really? Lies can be evil. But good,
too. Not hurting people, for one thing.
It can buy time, get people out of things that
they shouldn't be in, things not meant for them.
It hinders in the long run, always. You lie to a
person. 'I love you'. It catches up.
They love you back. For real. They think you
love them, too. You can't, and don't want to
tell them. You know they won't be okay.
They might believe you. Might not.
Either way, they get hurt. You do love them, but
it isn't enough. So isn't it better to tell them?
Not easier. It's one of the hardest things in the
world. But better? Definitely.
Mischief managed.
