I don't see how someone can forever be optimistic. It's a strange trait that I as an individual uphold. A trait of a pessimistic perception on the world. People say, "Noone can every be perfect", but what's the harm in trying? Perfection is an insane fantasy that many attempt to achieve. Just reaching, touching, perfection just for one second. That second of ridiculous reality that can never ever be obtained again. It drives us crazy. So fucking tempting. Just that one taste and we want more. A thirst that can never be satisfied.
In reality, it's a whole different story. Fucked up lives, secrets, lies, deceit, are just weaved into every one of us. It's just human nature to keep something, even one little thing within. We can share, or at least try, but, honestly, it is one of the most stupid things you could ever ever do. People speak, crack, and that one kept secret that accidently slipped out through someone elses manipulation, pulling at every single little string until it just...
Oh. But what fun it is to watch it all unravel. Everything. You just peel back the layers until you at the centre, the most vunerable part, and you see something beautiful, a moment of honest, pure, truth. Little white lies that can make someone feel happy can evolve into a much more painful moment of realisation. Harsh but true.
Such is life. ♥
