500 days of reality

Things aren't exactly what they meant to be.
How could they?
But they come close.
They come closer and closer.
An asymptote.
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.
There's beauty.
I don't want a perfect life.
I want a real one.

This, my friend, is something that worths living.