Expectations

Dreaming up a perfect little world,

a perfect romance

a perfect partner

a perfect meal

perfection thats perfect.

In all these godforsaken expectations we lose the meaning of it all.

The outlook is never as bleak as we believe, never as beautiful as we yearn.

Damn it all to hell,

Embody the ultimate form of protest in this cynical world we inhabit,

The form of the hopeless romantic.

Chase what you dream of, even it never becomes reality, for it is better to epitomize your ideals and battle for them, than to meander aimlessly through the void.

We are traveling through space in a giant rock, how much more fantastical can all this be?

How many signs do you need to see?

How many sleepless night do you need to realize this can all end tomorrow?

The bohemian heart speaks to all of us, we all hold that spark in our eyes, and endless wonder in our conscience.

If we can’t hold on to that simple fact, we will continue living a robotic life, dragged away by circumstances and momentum.

Make that choice, or the choice will be made for you.