You love to know what you are when you look in the mirror,
you are human.
Destiny, has in store for you- wonder.
That is all.
The great joys of life will be discovered only after you have enjoyed them,
the great mysteries revealed only after your interest has waned.
Somewhere between success and failure, you are doomed to remain,
fore neither is entirely achievable in human being.
You will look for it your entire existence.
When you think you’ve found it, instead of enjoying it, you will question it.
Just enough time away from it to regret but not enough time away to forget will make you realize how much you depend on it.
But, Stupid, that’s not love.
Then, you look again. Surely not bound to make the same mistake twice.
And after your mistakes make you as jaded as they were, you find love, for real this time, as soon as you were sure you couldn’t.
you regret ever finding it at all.
You vulnerable, weak, feeble, human being.