Lost Love Lust

It is quite ironic how the post before this is the epitome of depression and pessimism, and 
this post pours optimism and mellow smiles.

But that is what life is, corect?

A correlation of beauty and irony, perhaps the dependent equation upon which we live on.

Without the bad, the good does not taste as sweet yes?

Home alone, Italian music plays along with the sweet smell of traditional romanian dessert. 

Humming along to the language that surpasses any combination of words or phrases, I smile, perhaps ironically, perhaps happily.

Two days ago, I found myself at the bottom of all hope.

Staring into the emptiness of faces and places, I did not feel the need to breathe much of the polluted air in any way, shape, or form.

Today I have drawn, I have cooked, I have hummed, and I have danced.

Indeed it is a lonely life for many reasons, but my utter belief in higher purpose keeps me going.

There is meaning.

There is reason.

Somewhere in this money driven world, there are people like me, like my friends, who dream.

Who dream of a better world, a more caring, more loving, more ambitious world.

Once believing I am alone in the cause, I realize as each day passes, that the youth of today is not forever lost.

There still is a chance, we are not ignorant, our opportunities just overwhelm us.

So many choices, so many possibilities, so many thoughts and chances.

A young mind can pass by so many beautiful opportunities and not even realize it.

We are given everything, from the beginning.

No longer do we need to fight for our passions.

This is where it is ruined.

This where we must work, remedy, and improve.

We must find ourselves before we find life, and purpose.

Perhaps I am a pessimist, perhaps I am naive, perhaps I am simply a hopeless romantic, but in all these thoughts and fears, I find myself happy.

There is a possibility that I am only happy when I forever wander.

I am always thinking, asking questions, and living further and further over the edge.

Just maybe this is my purpose.

To find, understand, and change.

And although I do have days in which the asking subsides my love for life, I do also have days such
as these.

A majestic contrast of good and bad.

An interest, a thought, a life.

Present, Past, Future.

Today was a good day.