Sometimes I don’t understand life. Is there a purpose? People live unhappy and die unhappy, afraid to step up and break free from their inhibitions and insecurities. I often wonder why are we even given the ability to dream if the possibility of it becoming reality is so unlikely? It’s like we’re subconsciously just tricking ourselves into aiming for the impossible. Makes me think there is nothing in this world that can truly make me happy, that I’m destined for something bigger, something better, somewhere else. Truth is I’m not. Nobody is. I believe we create our own paths in this world, life’s too short to waste.