it's cool to know nothing

Maybe that's what it all comes down to.Love, not as a surge of passion,
but as a choice to commit to something, someone, no matter what obstacles
or temptations stand in the way.And maybe making that choice, again
and again, day in and day out, year after year, says more about love than
never having a choice to make at all.

I think that's what I find most strange about this world. Nobody ever says
how they feel. They hurt, but they don't cry out. They're happy, but they
don't dance or jump around. And they're angry, but they hardly ever
scream.Because they feel ashamed. Nothing's worse than that. So we all
walk around with our heads looking downand never look up and see how
beautiful the sky is.

You're all tangled up in other people.Their expectations have becomethe
expectations you have for yourself.Their worries have become your
worries.Their dreams are slowly turning into your nightmares.
You are not other people.

i believe everything happens for a reason. people change so
you can learn how to let go. things go wrong, so that you
appreciate them when they're right. you believe lies so you
eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes
good things fall apart so better things can fall together.