Waking up is hard to do when no one loves you. Years pass by, that's something you have gotten used to.

Everyone is thinking about love right now. Rightfully so I suppose. Despite our greatest efforts to exist as nonconventional pseudo-intellectuals, I bet most of us are still hoping to find some simplicity and render the world a little more black and white. We know reality is mostly gray, and we’ve even come to terms with our own grayness. Yet, the hope, though unrealistic, remains that we will find the white.

I wonder if I would sleep better if my world were more cleanly cut. One perfect profession, one perfect school, one perfect girl, one perfect church, one perfect existence. Sounds nice, right?

Maybe.

Or maybe my “perfect” profession would get old, my “perfect” school would lose its prestige, my “perfect” girl would annoy me and run off with the mailman, my “perfect” church would turn God into dead principles, and my “perfect” existence would lose all passion.

I don’t know. "Perfect" is only a word I pretend to understand.

What do I want then? Opposition? Do conflict, controversy, and diversity truly make me happy? Right now, I think they do. Conflict helps me feel, controversy prevents me from falling asleep, and diversity….well diversity is exciting as always.

I can honestly say that I have no idea what the truth will be a year or ten years from now, but I’m not sure that it matters.