Sometimes I see myself in other people’s songs, and other people’s dreams, even though I know it’s not me. Sometimes things feel like they’re wrong when they’re right, and right when they’re wrong, and I give up trying because none of it matters anymore anyway. Everything that matters is a struggle, work, a difficult decision, an impossible dream… but there’s no such thing as impossible, and if everything came easy then it wouldn’t be appreciated, as much as if I was happy all the time I wouldn’t know it because I didn’t have pain to compare it to. Perspective is everything.