How is it that everything can be perfect, you can have every single person in the perfect place in your life and then it can fall apart within seconds just like that?
It's like you shifted from one foot to the other and it just knocked everything slightly out of place, but everythings off balance and any minute it could fall over, or it could fall back to where it was.
It's not like I can complain about my life, or the people in it. God knows, when I was born someone blessed me and promised me the best friends and family that anyone could ever wish for. And wow, did they keep that promise.
My life has been far from difficult. I work hard, do as I'm told, and in return I don't get in much trouble. I've never had major problems as far as friends or family, health, love or money are concerned. Personally, I think that covers everything important in the whole world.
But however wonderful life is, it is never perfect. There is always something to complain about. The amount of complaining you do shows what sort of person you are.
I can't say I complain much. Only on blogs that no-one really cares about. Just because I can let it out with the comfort of knowing that even though they are public, they probably won't all get read.
Someone can be so close to you, and then one little thing happens, or maybe one big thing. Life changing for the moment, but look back and it will hardly be a blip on the screen. It's weird how trusting someone so much can make you drift from them. I really hate how you can drift from the people you love. Best friends, family, partners. It is heartbreaking. But it happens so, so often. And is it really horrible of someone if they would prefer to be close with one person than with another, even though neither have done a thing better or worse than the other? Whether it is or not, it is a feeling that you cannot help, or remove.
How about when you've been away for a couple of days, or for longer than that... weeks, maybe even months, and you come home. For a few seconds greeting the ones you love, it is good to be home. As soon as you get settled in, though, you wish you were back where you came from. The surreal beauties and easiness of life when you're not at home. You heard an argument, or a comment or something and you know why you left in the first place.
We got back from London last night. We went to see Les Miserables (which is amazing and I would recommend it to everyone, if you're looking for a good show), and when I got home I was glad to see my family again, but then a huge argument started and I remember thinking I wish I was in London.
I love London. It's so big, so diverse. The people in it... There are so many! And everyone is completely different, everyone has a completely different and unique story. I spent half my time people watching. Looking as people walked past windows of coffee shops where we would sit and have heart to hearts while recovering from all the walking we'd done.
I went out half way through writing this blog. You can probably tell when I got back because of how the subject is completely changed.
I had a really good night actually. And it just goes to show that you can have a really good time with people you wouldn't expect to be hanging around with. Or dancing and drinking with as the case may be.
It really is a kind of magic, that place. And I love it so much. I don't know what I'm going to do this time next year.
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