i've realized a lot of stuff in the past days. Like nobody ever got what they have without working really really hard. i think its a combonation of some people close in my life going through hardships. my brother refuses to get any kind of job besides what he considers "acceptable", and lives like hes a high rolla or something. its just like, yeah of course, if youre not loaded or well-off you can still be just as confident as if you had 5 billion dollars in the bank, but be humble and kind. i just dont think he realizes where the money comes from. you have to earn everything, and its down to say, but life really isnt fair.
so you make with everything you're given, and make with everything you earn. and if you want more, then you have to make it happen for yourself, because no one started with just being given everything. ive just realized that all those peope like rockefeller, bill gates, families with old money, even oprah and i hate oprah, every actor every singer, every model, every painter, everyone whos anyone, and even the ones like us who are just little heads living,creating, breathing, had to and still has to work hard for eeverything they have. and even if you think, well they're perfect, theyre so blessed for their good looks or talent or whatever, well, yes, yes they are very blessed, and you may think, "well why isnt it me? why aren't i lucky enough to be able to eat anything and keep a hot bod, how come their nose and eyes are more symetrical than mine.." or sometimes you really are just lucky and its magical and its a miracle, ahah.. but sometimes i think that people forget, that although those people seem perfect in every way, theres no perfect person in this earth, and every person has just as many problems as everyone else, even if they're what society considers perfect or gorgeous or whatever. theres always something. and with that, people are beautiful because of their imperfections.
we give the power to things "being perfect".
nothing's perfect unless someone sits and looks at it and decides,"you know what, this is perfect!".an even then, who are they? why does it matter what people think? it doesn't. it's what YOU make it. life is what you make it. you cant expect anything from anyone but yourself.
