i guess a bunch of picture reblogs get a little boring after a while so i’ll write something. i’ll try to keep it short. but i’ve realized something the last couple of weeks: that life is not perfect. and i know this is an everlasting fact but something about my current predicament makes me realize that the scales of our personal reality are always tipped. when one aspect of life is going great, another has to suffer in order to maintain that “greatness” in different areas. you can have an amazing romantic life and successful career but at the same time, family ties and a relationship with God (or whatever you worship) falls short, and vice-versa. I guess happiness and fulfillment comes from what you value the most. shit ain’t fair, never will be. so what is our drive? what are we reaching for? a personal happiness? or will we always be so dissatisfied to a certain extent that we’ll never experience true bliss, and if we do, will it be fleeting? just things on my mind…