I like fiction. It doesn't hurt as much as the truth does. Fictional hurting is only temporary, while getting hurt in the real world is real beyond real and leaves a mark beyond what you would call "reality". Fiction gives you your own world, reality slams a block of hurt onto your chest.
People you love, ideals you believed in, things you expected... When they all fail you, when trust betrays you, when your faith suddenly turns a sharp corner...
I am caught between my passions, my mission, my faith, my duties to my family. Is money really that important now that we have to set our minds to it before we work? I have been taught to put that thought to trash all my life, but it seems everybody's leading me there now. I have been taken out of my passions. I am struggling to pursue what I love. Circumstances are pulling me away from it. I'm sorry, but I am now starting to form my own beliefs. I haven't had the chance to talk to anyone about this, so this would do. Hahaha... My personal diary and my blog is getting intertwined... I don't have a personal diary anymore, anyway. I'm tired.
The thing about movies is that they can make you laugh. It's great. Simple as that.
