Things I Believe (Otherwise known as incoherent late night rambling)

Life is full of annoying necessities. Going to work, cleaning, grocery shopping. But we do them because we're ADULTS and they need to be done because our dog wants to eat and our landlord wants rent and we just want to watch a freaking MOVIE but we need those annoying. necessities.

And so we live.

We live because we can't live on dreams and air and wants. We dream because we can't live without them. And we fight because we know, in that deep dark part of our hearts, that if we ever stop it's      over.

And so we fight.

And the world tells us no. It tells us no because it's jealous, it's confused, it doesn't like us very much and thinks we're too fat for those jeans. And we look at everyone else and get jealous and confused because we think they're gliding (and they aren't (because we're all fighting)).

And these are the things I believe.

That we need to fight. To fight with our fingers, with our feet. To fight as the world shoves us down and steals our lunch money. To fight to believe that there's something left to believe in. To fight to matter in a universe that doesn't. To fight to make sense to make sense to make sense

And this is why I am bad at giving advice. Because I have nothing to arm you with. Because I can hardly see past the mud in my own eyes. Because if I could gather the breath to tell you how brilliant you are just for dreaming of a beautiful world I would but you wouldn't believe me anyway.

And this is the thing I believe you must believe: yourself.

The rest you can sort out later.