- So this is sorta my first journal entry, I guess. But I have something I want to say before I forget it~ I want to be able to look back and realize that it's true in moments that I don't see life the same way.
Some things are made to be broken. And even then, they can't be fixed, because, in a way, they aren't really broken. Like the branch that taps against the window in Alex's room, or any other thing that's so easy to take for granted. People don't look back and think, 'my window was perfect', they think of how the faults made it memorable.
I think people are the same way. We're not made to be perfect. In fact, some of us are made to be 'broken', just as we are. And some people feel the need to fix that, when there's really nothing to fix. Maybe there's nothing really wrong with anyone, maybe we all just criticize too much. And even then, is there something wrong with that?
Whoever is reading this, it may even be future me, I want you to know, or to never forget, these thoughts. I want to remember this when I feel broken, or forget how beautiful it all really is.
Maybe nobody has ever been broken, no matter how much happens to them. No matter who they lose or how they lose, these inconveniences are no mistake. It's how you go on around it or over it that makes you who you are, and that's nothing to be sorry for.
