Why Fight?
Does anyone really belong here? I wonder that sometimes. I also wonder if what one is doing is what they are suppose to be doing. Is anything really meant to be in this world or do we actually have the power to control what we like and what we want? Who actually has the answers to these questions, and will we spend our entire lives trying to figure them out? Is it helpless to attempt to figure out who your friends really are, when it's almost impossible to figure yourself out? And with this question how do you honestly know what your friends truely feel? One might feel their friends feel certain things and ways, when in reality they feel the opposite and put a front on around you. What makes people want to contact you, and what makes you want to contact them when it's obvious they make no attempts to keep you around as their friend? Should one give up on something even though it seems so right when people are together, and feels as if nothing can go wrong? These questions continue to puzzle me everyday, and possibly because I analyze everything to death. But all I know is that when an emotion creates a rotting feeling deep in my stomach, I know that it can't be right. Should I give up on my endless fight to create peace with the people I know, or should I give up and let it all fall apart and wait for someone else to pick up the pieces for a change?
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