What are we made of? Dreams tear us apart, sentiments constantly twist and turn us out of shape, reason makes us chase all that is not important.
What do we trust?
Wishes are like the stars in the sky. Beautiful from far, dust when held in hands. Aspirations are like the next milestone, we are directionless thereafter.
What do we trust?
Fixing and repairing life is the only constant goal. We think we are building, but we are only adding floors to a hopeless ruin. Sometimes, it looks beautiful. Sometimes, it looks worth all the trouble. But where is the barometer to measure what we have?
What do we trust?
Success is a forced standard. Satisfaction an unreliable measuring tape. Happiness is a fancy neon light in a bottle at best.
What do we trust?
