Somehow, I just feel that I have to reblog this. The light in this photo is too beautiful to be missed…
(via tw0way)
I think, at some point in life, you’ll learn how growing up is supposed to be. You learn to accept things you don’t really want to accept before. You accept things as the way they are, not the way you are. You start to accept things not because they’ve changed, but because you’ve changed. Your mind changed. Although in another point of life, you’ll find yourself wrong at something. Something that’ll lead to every assumption to the truth you knew before. It feels like you’re questioning yourself about your principle. Bad things happen, you wanted to blame anyone but yourself, yet you only have yourself to blame. One minute your life is perfect, and the other minute its like the end of the world. Well, nothing can describe what perfect really is. Nothing’s perfect, we are all just humans who try to live our lives—day to day. Keep trying and trying. I think people need religion because they need faith. They need something to hold on to when there’s nothing left for them. When they have nothings real.
