I dream of Utopia
I know, I am not smart but I get by. I am not wise enough to know the difference between friends from foe, but I get by. Some people may think that I do not have any care in the world but I do, I just feel that I don’t have to do anything. Such irony it is to see these words coming out of my head. I am not as consistent as most people I know.
Some people think that I am a chameleon they think that I’d always agree with some people. I just wish they’d stop and realize that I might just be nodding since they might have a point in some arguments but I do not want to argue or debate on what they think from what I think. They have their thoughts, I have mine. I do not want to impose if I already know it’s going to be useless to debate in the first place.
To see the world in your own perspective but then again, if the tides are too strong a pebble can be swayed alongside it. The strong will stay unmoved but I think those are the stubborn ones, arrogant even. I try to be strong on my decisions and I try to ask God to show me the right decision.
I do not want to woo the world to love me but I do hope some people would stop and try to understand, thus they are my friends; my family; my love.
My dream of Utopia is with friends and family.