Just...Why?

If you dance until it rains...you make it a rain dance...

The more and more I grow up, the less that magic, that belief is there. When you're younger, you can believe in something, you can want something to happen so bad that it just works out for you. To have that kind of faith, without questions, is a gift and its taken for granted, by everyone. I can make this generilization because everyone gains that doubt, they gain curisoty and with that comes questioning. You start to think, that's not real or that will never happen...I would love to have that back so badly, that innocense, that happiness that just comes so easily. Back when the summers lasted forever and sadness and sorrow, just reality or the harshness of life rather, didn't exist to me. But then, one day, you wake up and you have to deal with death, you have to deal with surviving, you have to deal with disappointment, you have to deal with becoming someone and defining who you are...you have to make choices. I feel more blind now than I did when I didn't "know" anything and at least then I was truly and completely happy.

Strand me on an island any day where I don't have to worry about anything else but just truly surviving, the original definition of living.

I mean, what are we, what are we doing, where are we going and why are we doing it? I feel like we've truly obstructed something so simple and so pure just for the sake of "advancement" and we've doomed ourselves.