looking for some sort of significance in their lives, emulating that of fictional characters, of storybooks, of television dramas and whatsoever other things. that their lives cannot be created by God with the simple purpose of just living and enjoying these life pleasures.
people want to be unique, different.
desolating those who are deemed as too plain, too black and white.
people priding themselves in their individuality, their characteristics and the way they are.
people putting so much emphasis on the little details. when in actuality, these details are everywhere. like specks of dust you find underneath an old furniture.
why do we feel the need to make our lives feel like it's something extraordinary, to justify events in our lives and the people we keep in our circles, to continuously look for reasons and giving them significant meanings? what is wrong with ordinary? what is wrong with the absolute black and white? why do we need to constantly reaffirm our personalities and how we are? is it not enough that we know it for ourselves and keep it to ourselves?
or is it that we constantly justify the little details in our lives because we want to feel important? and different? that somehow, in a world of six billion people, we are unique little snowflakes, one of a kind?
people showcasing their identities like it is some sort of game,
a competition.
life is no competition.
life is simple.
we idiots just like to complicate it.
Blue Jeans- Mateo (Lana Del Rey cover)
