She is perfect. It’s not a competition.
I pale in comparison to her.
I am the sun. Bright, wild, passionate - everything you’d think you’re looking for. Then you realize I’m not.
People come to me, sometimes. They take what they want, my energy, my light, just so they can get a tan. But no one stays for too long.
Nobody really seeks me out.
No one looks at me for more than a couple of seconds. No one wants too much of me. No one wants to try for risk of getting sunburnt.
Other times, most of it, everyone’s too busy working, doing routine, living their lives, to actually stop and notice me. Busy. Busy, busy. Everyone’s too busy around me. They can’t wait until the day is over.
The best part of me is the end - the sunset. Or the sunrise.
I am made of reality. No one wants to get to know me. Because reality, life in daylight, the truth, is far too harsh.
she is the night sky. The moon, the stars, and the infinity of life. Memories are made, epic and great, under her presence. She is made out of romance and magic. She is made of dreams.
People seek her out. Plan travels and schedule to pause their entire lives just to look at her. And it’s not even a glimpse. Everyone stays up for hours, sometimes the entire night, just to spend time with her.
We’re all attracted to her. Drawn to her good vibes and possibilities. She is when we nestle safely inside a lover’s arms, party all our cares away, or make bonfires to skinny dip with friends for the first time.
There is nothing dangerous about her. Whether it’s the city skyline or nature’s aurora - everybody is in love. She is soft, alluring. Van Gogh painted a masterpiece about her.
She is boundless. She is perfect. She is beautiful.
I pale in comparison.
I think I’ve said this before, but:
People who cannot separate ‘A’ and ‘B’ should not try to debate with me about anything. I get what they are trying to say, but it tires me out because they cannot seem to understand that even though ‘A’ and ‘B’ are part of the 26 alphabets, ‘A’ is ‘A’ and ‘B’ is ‘B’. When talking about ‘A’, don’t talk about ‘B’ or the issue regarding the entire list of alphabets.
Yes I know that ‘B’ comes after ‘A’ but for argument’s sake, even though it’s not true in proper English usage, people need to understand that if there is no ‘A’, there will be no ‘B’; if there is no cause, there will be no consequence. And it doesn’t matter how serious or what the consequence is. Because if there is no cause, there is no consequence and there is no need to even think about consequence.
If you cannot separate your thinking like that, please, truly, don’t talk to me about issues. It’s hard for me because I would rather avoid conflict so I’m being nice by not rebutting while accepting all your messy arguments but you’re going all out at me thinking that I am wrong. I am only wrong because you cannot understand what I am trying to say - that ‘A’ is ‘A’ and ‘B’ is ‘B’ - while you’re throwing all the alphabets together and making a stand.
You cannot determine if a situation is right or wrong without thinking about whether the points are right or wrong. If there are more right points, the situation is right and vice versa? Technically, yes. But not so hard to achieve realistically. What is right to one is wrong to the opposing side. Facts are not even that simple anymore. Instead of being out there for all to see, facts are buried amongst thousands of personal opinions.
While many people live in black or white, I live in grey. If you don’t understand grey, don’t say that I am wrong. Because to me, you are different, but that doesn’t mean you’re wrong so I don’t tell you that you’re wrong.
Also, you have vested interest. It’s okay to have extra interest, but to totally be unable to speak objectively… you have no reliability. I’m sorry, just don’t talk to me about this.
No matter how close you are, some people will end up betraying your trust. Not because they are not trustworthy, but because what is important to you is not important to them.
I have always thought it was basic to know what can be said and what, more importantly, cannot be said. Shit, how wrong I am. It is one thing for Someone to talk about it to Someone Else, but it is a whole other thing for Someone Else to come back and talk about it in your face. So fucking rude that I don’t know whose fault it is. Most likely my own, for assuming that everyone knows what is appropriate to say and what is not. If you cannot keep it to yourself, please. The least you could do is not to let me find out. Reality is just an illusion so I would like that to be my reality, if it’s not too much to ask for.
In all, some words are destined to follow you to your grave. That is the only way. I trust myself the most. Sorry not sorry.