Somethings

Somethings are for good reason.  Somethings hurt you.  Somethings are scary.  Somethings don't make sense.  Somethings we don't talk about.  Somethings are almost real.  Somethings are so real that it kills you.  Somethings break you down.  Somethings build you up.  Somethings are different.  Somethings will always be the same.  Somethings never know change.  Somethings change before your eyes.  Somethings are true.  Somethings are fun.  Somethings are meant to never be more than that.  Somethings are superficial.  Somethings are deep.  Somethings seem like they shouldn't happen.  Somethings are transcendent.  Somethings are wonderful.  Somethings you can depend on.



Somethings are short.  They explode into our lives and then vanish without a trace.  They're intriguing.  Meant only to make a moment of our lives more beautiful.  Sometimes, they leave an impact on life and while they're gone from sight, they last forever in our minds.


Somethings are unexplainable.  Random, spontaneous, but in these moments we find the truest aspects of our character.  We learn who we are when we're not thinking.  Who we are when we release ourselves and just let go.  We find what is natural.  What is waiting to arise.  In these moments, we make the biggest mistakes of our lives.  In these moments, come the most dramatic triumphs.


Somethings are fake.  They are false and have every intention of bringing us down.  They deceive and cheat.  They hide themselves for fear of rejection.  These things are the most difficult to spot, the most frustrating to deal with, and the things that we must avoid as best we can.


Somethings last forever.  They're permanent in our mind, because they are the defining moments of our lives.  They shape who we will become from the moment they begin.  These things are what we get out of bed for.  They are the spark that lights a twinkle in our eyes.  They're the smile on our face.


Nothing is meaningless.  Sometimes, things happen for no reason more than to put a smile on our face.  Somethings happen to teach us a lesson.  To help us grow.  But nothing produces no effect.  Nothing comes from something.  Everything is for a reason.