Anyone who knows me, knows that I am a romantic. I love a fairy tale ending. I love drama. I love true love. I love to see people fight through anything… over come anything.

That is one half of me. The other is a realist. I have been hurt too many times now to know that love is forever. Nothing last forever. But that’s okay. I don’t need forever. I just need right now. I need to enjoy my moments. The present ones.

So that’s what I struggle with. Every day I’m faced with ideas. Ideas of people, of love, of how we picture our lives to turn out. The things we want to be, the things we wished could have been.

That is not the world we live in. Real life is full of things that I could have never prepared myself for. Miscommunication. Dishonesty. Manipulation.

So what are we supposed to do?

I will always be the person who sees things from every single point of view. To handle everyone’s emotions all at once. I will be the realist that you need when you are drifting too far away. I will be the one to be honest with you. I will be blunt. I will be harsh.

But above all… I will always have hope. Hope for something better. For love. For joy. For peace.

I live a tangled life. Constantly torn between Idea and Reality. My life will always be the chaotic mess that unfolds from listening to both sides. I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Because that’s where the beauty is. In the chaos.