Maybe...

And maybe it is the expectations we keep that prevents us from finding happiness.

Nothing. No one.

Is ever quite what we want.

Is ever deserving of our full attention.

Is ever enough.

And maybe it is the over estimation of our capacity to deal with emotional pain that breaks us.

Hearts were not built for recklessness.

Take chances.

Make mistakes.

But healing only takes place a limited number of times.

And maybe it is our acute awareness of our surroundings that causes us to lose faith.

Intuition is a gift.

An enemy.

To know is to lose.

And ignorance is bliss.

And maybe it is the intensity of everyones' confidence, everywhere we go, that forces us to constantly question ourselves.

Every ounce of confidence is merely a front.

An effort to shield ourselves from the vulnerabilities of authenticity.

Embrace your insecurities for what they are.

Be humble. Be unique.

And maybe believing everything happens for a reason just prohibits us from accepting that some things cannot and will not ever be justified.

But isn't that life?

Spontaneous and unexplainable.

Happening to you.

Not for you.

And maybe it is my friendship with a very interesting person that puts these thoughts in my head.

Perhaps I'm secretly a genius.

Or just full of shit.

Looking for something. Someone.

To believe in.