The girl of my dreams is the worst person I can ever come across in this world. You come to think of how her physique displays a picture perfect façade that'll hold you under a trance of living large in your heart and mind as they tend to relax a lot more because she exists in your very presence. While loving her is a desire, the intention to hold her down becomes the main priority. However we live in a world where we get together with many and love just one out a whole selection. We hate the feeling of jealousy but yet we feast our minds with an attempt to add one more craving to fulfil our heart's desire; society's definition of loyalty has been annihilated by the infliction of adding more carers to a list that should be nonexistent. We have given life to the things that we view as wrong and made a norm out of incumbent activity that has grown on to us. We live in a lifetime where life's defense of opinion has inflicted onto name calling and discrete labelling; what we come to find as results after the enactment of wider variety is to discriminate between ourselves because of class. We have made results that will always have people creating more comebacks to refuse acceptance of their consequences, but with time we just come to find out that life is a cycle and the funny thing about cycles is that they never end - so why do we hurt each other in the deepest aspects of our lives? It tends to tear one of us down instead of building each other up to rise in unison. The simplest thing we miss about life is that an act of mere goodness can bring forth greater blessings than going bad on each other because a crowd tends to like it. Why can't we just realise that our lives aren't battlefields but vineyards with fine fruit that upholds a contagious taste and an everlasting aftertaste. We tend to care about the dead because in all honesty we see more of their good being overshadowed by their bad once they are gone. There is no one on this earth who lives to hurt another person, but to engrave a positive scar that'll be remembered for an eternity. We make heroes off of ourselves whilst we are alive so we reduce the number of tears shed when we leave.