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There are unexplainable things. Like why yawning is contagius or how some people can carry the burden of the world on their shoulders and some can’t or why one hand can be freezing cold while the other is burning hot. 
Or how some people need not say too much but just the right amount to make you smile. Or how you get an unexpected mail in your inbox right at the moment you needed it most. 
We’re selfish beings. Most of us walk around thinking the world revolves around us and our problems. Sometimes all it takes is an unexpected moment or thing to wake us up to reality. It could simply be words across a screen from a friend. 
I’m a dreamer. I like to believe in fairy tales. I like to think that people live happily ever after. I’ve seen the opposite enough times to know that doesn’t exist, but I hope. 
I like laying across the yard on a starlit night and pretend I’m one of them. I wait for my turn to glide across the sky so that someone out there can wish on me. 
I have an imagination that stretches beyond the lines of infinity. But I am human afterall. I stumble and I fall. 
I guess the secret is to find happiness in those little things. Whether it’s a gesture, a dream, a smile or just a night spent laying under a blanket of stars. Life is too short to hang on to details. To negativity. 
It’s better to spend it hoping.

There are unexplainable things. Like why yawning is contagius or how some people can carry the burden of the world on their shoulders and some can’t or why one hand can be freezing cold while the other is burning hot.

Or how some people need not say too much but just the right amount to make you smile. Or how you get an unexpected mail in your inbox right at the moment you needed it most.

We’re selfish beings. Most of us walk around thinking the world revolves around us and our problems. Sometimes all it takes is an unexpected moment or thing to wake us up to reality. It could simply be words across a screen from a friend.

I’m a dreamer. I like to believe in¬†fairy tales. I like to think that people live happily ever after. I’ve seen the opposite enough times to know that doesn’t exist, but I hope.

I like laying across the yard on a starlit night and pretend I’m one of them. I wait for my turn to glide across the sky so that someone out there can wish on me.

I have an imagination that stretches beyond the lines of infinity. But I am human afterall. I stumble and I fall.

I guess the secret is to find happiness in those little things. Whether it’s a gesture, a dream, a smile or just a night spent laying under a blanket of stars. Life is too short to hang on to details. To negativity.

It’s better to spend it hoping.