Once upon a time, a relationship used to be a lot easier. People would marry without knowing each other and hope for the best. It was a gamble, but at least you could blame destiny for it and accept it as fate, whereas now choices of your own self make it a deadly Russian roulette. Of course, this latter statement must be some sort of fallacy, since criteria keeps multiplying like bacteria and mistakes should be acting like some sort of antibiotic. Unfortunately, that's just until your body gets used to it and you find yourself immune to better judgment.
For what is worth, we keep putting our emotional charge out there, walk our emotional protons hoping that some wondering electrons owner will be suddenly attracted and you can start hoping for an atom. In front of every short circuit, we keep extorting what's left, polish it and throw it back in the game over and over again. Because in the end, we have to believe that each of our flaws is a gap that will at a point be filled by the right electrical charge. Every now and then we tolerate a neutron around us hoping that it'll turn out to be carrying a hidden, convenient charge, and by that we try do defy both chemistry and common sense laws.
The race is long, but in the end it's only with yourself, Baz Luhrmann once said.
For what is worth, we keep putting our emotional charge out there, walk our emotional protons hoping that some wondering electrons owner will be suddenly attracted and you can start hoping for an atom. In front of every short circuit, we keep extorting what's left, polish it and throw it back in the game over and over again. Because in the end, we have to believe that each of our flaws is a gap that will at a point be filled by the right electrical charge. Every now and then we tolerate a neutron around us hoping that it'll turn out to be carrying a hidden, convenient charge, and by that we try do defy both chemistry and common sense laws.
The race is long, but in the end it's only with yourself, Baz Luhrmann once said.
