If you look at the world from a third-person perspective, human problems are small. In the first person, humane problems are our world. The world does revolve around us. This world was made for us. Every experience, every feeling, every color was made for us. We ask ourselves, "who can be so selfish?" Humans can. Humans are. Why did I think he would be any different? We trust, trust gets broken, we ourselves were made to be broken. Love. Happiness. Dreams. All just a charade created by humans. Sometimes, I'd rather be nothing, anything else than myself. Devoid of feelings. All humans do is create conflict. One less would be better, wouldn't it? Don't ask if I'm "okay" okay is not a feeling. It is a label we put on as looking normal to others. Deep down we are never okay. There are lingering thoughts, worries. That is being human. None of us are "okay". We are all broken. For some reason, we still wake up. We still try. We dream, of a better future. Though not all of us get a happily ever after. I am one of very many. I never got the prince. I was never saved by a fairy godmother. I was merely forgotten. I was not born special, with any particular talents, or attributes of any kind. I am just living. I guess you could say it's as if I'm a breathing statue. So why am I still alive? I don't know. I guess I'll have to wait and see...
