Real

Sometimes...sometimes we fight so hard to find what it is that we are meant to do with ourselves. Questions pour through us without answers to the one before. What shall I do with my life, what will I become? Will I be happy in my life, and will I find a future of success? Will he love me as I do him? What am I meant for?... I don't know the answers to any of these questions, I only know what I feel. Inside I am meant for something great. When I hear a song that pushes the boundaries enough to give me chills, it makes me smile. I love more than most, whether it be watching a single leaf fall from a tree and appreciating its beauty, or seeing an older couple holding hands as they slowly stroll down the street in the middle of the night like time is endless. I love these things. I feel the passion in stories, and the people's eyes that tell them. I see the pain in the shake of a person's hand who just can't give anymore of themselves to this world. I think more about most situations than I probably should, constantly thinking of the different outcomes, different footsteps taken. I know that when I see a great movie it triggers that pit in my stomach telling me that I can do the same, and do it well. I know that I love telling stories in any which possible way. Stories of life that actually occur, places that people really see and the awkward moments filled in between. Don't get me wrong, I love fairy tale from time to time and carebear happy endings. But the real, just tastes like the perfect cupcake to me. Vanilla, with a possible confetti action, with whipped chocolate topping. Just right. I love real.

Jaime