to the end, then the real test starts.
how much change a year brings; some for the better, some for the worse, but all inevitable, like bile rising at the back of your throat after a night of hard drinking along with a throbbing headache.
appearance and reality; when the dream starts you never know if you'll wake up screaming, or lie awake remembering nothing.
human relationships are fleeting unless you bother to ground them but that takes effort and sometimes it's not a mutual feeling; words are limited in conveying messages and feelings but what are we supposed to do we're all imperfect beings.
if self-interest lies at the core of motivation then why bother being charitable?
because showing care and concern for others will eventually benefit us, and only the most cunning or the purest of heart and mind are intelligent enough to realise this and manipulate it. when the mask of niceties come off, who will be the last one standing?
at the end of the day our biggest fans are ourselves- who will bother when they are struggling themselves?
i'm trying to survive me. that will suffice.
