We kid ourselves into thinking the World we live in is perfect. That the life we have is the one we ask for. We must believe that the things we own and the people who's around us are there for a purpose. Society makes us think that everything happens for a reason.
Destiny.
What a big lie.
Some people realize how the World truly works. But then again, they fall back into the old beliefs like having a relapse after months of rehabilitation.
Dissapointing.
True believers.
On the other hand, people that are sure and can swear over their souls that every, tiny, little thing in this World has already been planned for each and everyone of us.
Blinding.
And then there's us: the dreamers.
The ones that believe that there has to be something else to it, and just won't stick with the obvious answer. We create our own perfect World outside reality, where we can truly be happy, and events unfold the way we want them to. We put our hope in books, art, dreams, and outside the box thinking; away from science, politics and economics. And we find happiness... in our own twisted ways...
Escaping.
At least we know it isn't real.
At least we know there's nothing else but us out there.
At least we know we've been the ones deceiving ourselves.
Destiny.
What a big lie.
Some people realize how the World truly works. But then again, they fall back into the old beliefs like having a relapse after months of rehabilitation.
Dissapointing.
True believers.
On the other hand, people that are sure and can swear over their souls that every, tiny, little thing in this World has already been planned for each and everyone of us.
Blinding.
And then there's us: the dreamers.
The ones that believe that there has to be something else to it, and just won't stick with the obvious answer. We create our own perfect World outside reality, where we can truly be happy, and events unfold the way we want them to. We put our hope in books, art, dreams, and outside the box thinking; away from science, politics and economics. And we find happiness... in our own twisted ways...
Escaping.
At least we know it isn't real.
At least we know there's nothing else but us out there.
At least we know we've been the ones deceiving ourselves.
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Una idea que se me cruzó por algo que me dijo mi prima un par de días atrás.
Groxxa, Julia ♥
Groxxa, Julia ♥
xo-
*End Of Transmission*
P.S.: Sigo sin encontrar el Oxegen the My Chemical Romance ¬¬
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