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The Truth

The Truth

The truth
 
It’s not possible to feel normal.
You can’t put a value on time.
Its good to be the reason behind a smile.
Be happy with what you have and get drunk to forget about it.
 
Photos look better in black and white.
How do you know your dead?
The Internet will cause the end of the world.
Virtual life is easy, life is hard.
 
It’s so much easier to do the wrong thing. I almost feel people want you to fail to make them feel better about their own situation. Just choose happiness.
The art of conversation is dead.
The brain is set with the answer to every question ever asked. The trick is releasing the answer.
Humanity is flawed. We always want what we don’t have. We don’t appreciate what we already have. Until it’s too late.
 
Only surround yourself with those that make your life better. It’s that easy.
All the times you got it wrong before, made you a better person now.
Everyday, you build a better you, the you that’s meant to be.
We show the real love for our heroes, when their gone. When it’s too late.
 
The fact is this, any person, is capable of anything. It depends on the situation.
Once you know right and wrong, you are the master of your own destiny.
We always look for someone to blame when we get things wrong.
Everyone has a story to tell, a hard life, a reason why they never made it. The best of us never tell it.
 
I think I am the only person in the world that knows the path to a life of happiness. I spend most of my time trying to make everyone else see the truth.
The ones that have to try will never know.
You can get so lost, when you try to force love. Its only when you get hurt, you understand. True love is easy, it can’t be forced.
They say blood is thicker than water. I say those you choose to be part of your life, regardless of family ties, are worth more than any family tie.
 
Your best man is never your best friend.
True friends grow with you, for better or worse.
We only get one chance at this life, it’s yours, take it.
Never hold a grudge; it can poison the very essence of your soul.
 
Where you are right now, is where you’re meant to be.
Everything happens for a reason, what goes round comes round; you are the most important person in the world, because it’s your world.  Nobody can take that away from you.
Humanity has things so wrong, only those who question why, will ever know?
Its good not knowing what will happen next, it’s all part of the fun of life.
 
Being different is easier than being normal. We’re just scared to admit it.
Life is hard, I disagree. Life is easy, if you make it work for you.
Money, religion and class. The barriers of a happy life.
The only one stopping you is you.
 
Always question the why, never just accept it.
There will never be enough time, regardless of status or wealth.
When all is said and done, only you can truly judge you, and no one else.
Love is a gift, love is a curse. Love just is…
 
Try your best to say yes to everything you can, you never know.
The you that you’ve never met is a person I’d like to meet.
To choose to be, or not to be, is a far better question?
We think we are free, we think, we thought, we are not.

Grant Wright
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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Christopher Correia

brilliant composition, Grant, but how can 'The Internet will cause the end of the world.'  O, wow! you're right....loved the read, cheers poet

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