holding this apple,

what is the reason for my existence?

why am i talking in this strange accent?

it's funny when you talk to someone,

how much you figure out about yourself,

by trying to give them advice.

it's like, the advice they've given you, but reversed.

are we all hypocrites?

do we all have a book of our life stowed away for no one to see?

and if we let them see it,

does that make us vulnerable?

or does that make us stronger...?

i find that the world really does work in mysterious ways.

i've always heard people say that, but not understand it.

because there are things that just suck in life,

but they suck for a reason.

say, you like someone.

turns out, they don't like you.

then you like someone else,

and they like you,

but nobody else likes that person.

and those people that don't like the person,

mean a lot to you.

and you listen to them...

you have no choice, really.

what do you do then?

the person you used to like has moved on.

and so have you, from them.

but those people are stuck on that person.

that makes you stuck as well, doesn't it?

when all you want is that specific person that likes you back.

but your walls of defense are up, keeping them away.

and you can't bring them down.

what is the definition of happy, anyways?

happy with your life, with yourself, with others...

there are so many different ways to say it.

yet everyone just assumes people are... "happy."

'you wear a mask for so long, you forget who you were beneath it.'

v for vendetta is a wonderful movie.

because it really brings to point some important views.

if you haven't seen it, i recommend it.

as do i recommend voicing your opinions.

communicating with one another.

getting things off your chest so you don't have a cloud over your head.

because let me tell you...

if that cloud is there, over your head,

people will notice.

'there's no certainty - only opportunity.'

the act of disappointment is a terrible one.

and i'm terrified of it.

but the thought of no certainty...

because i've heard that word my whole life...

and that it's only opportunity?

what does this mean to you?

do you feel like everything is always written in stone?

or can feelings, pasts, futures, 

be changed by one simple mind set of life?

this blog post is probably one of the most meaningful,

yet vague,

blog posts i've ever done.

if you read this and understand what i'm saying,

in your own, personal point of view,

i have done what i was trying to do.

if not... and you're confused,

then you're in my point of view.

welcome aboard.