Finding out the Truth

Come to write this post making all the annoying tweaks one must make to make it seem pretty, like short, interesting, relatable, well written, appealing at first glance, catchy title, sincere, truthful, etc., so excuse me if some of these requirements are not met. I just think I’ve become a monster in life. I cannot live up to all the things I said. The world has made me mean. Looking back, it’s like there’s so much stuff that my head completely by passes it. And I know, I gotta rely on reality more, but that’s the problem; what’s reality? Can anybody tell me what reality is? This life is truly a symphony. My head operates in this weird poetic frame, that tries to make everything sound or end poetic. There’s a beautiful song that I like that’s called What It Is by Amber Mark, and in one part it says: “feel it in my bones, oh I gotta know, tell me what it is,” and that to me means that she is requesting of the listener to tell her what the heck is the truth, like what is the point of it all? I think I’m just scared of how mean and distorted I have become, and how I’m mostly or all the time trying to find myself not knowing that I’m lost (wink to the song Wake Me Up by Avicii.) I just think life is really strange, I want to know the truth but probably can’t take it, and well... I made this too long, so there goes that requirement. 😉 End it there.