Things aren't exactly what they meant to be.
How could they?
But they come close.
They come closer and closer.
The most beautiful one.
There's a long way in each road.
But, instead of doing what is meant to be, we do what we choose.
We do what we want.
We do what we can.
I don't want a perfect life.
I want a real one.
This, my friend, is something that worths living.