Little bubble

Ever felt the need to isolated yourself from the world, wishing you could smash your phone and not exist for a while, wishing and praying that you lived no more or hoped that nobody looked up to you, fighting battles with your conscious, trying to convince your inner self you’ve changed but deep down holding the truth that you’re the same devil that smiles with a companion and stabs his back when he isn’t looking. Finding yourself and losing your significance while at it? Head hunting what it really means to be happy with yourself.

Warming your heart with the exquisite thought that one day, that one cursing day you’ll be successful, not the typical success individuals portray today, the kind of success where they call having luxurious cars and a place to call home – success. Where they paint that picture to us, lying to us making us believe we need money in order to be successful when all we ever needed was happiness.

We might move to Paris one day, not to live their lifestyle and definitely to eat their food but we might move to Paris to take pictures next to the Eiffel Tower or we might just move to Paris to have the audacity to throw a paddle in a pond and believe in love. Wherever it is tomorrow leads our hearts we pray we find happiness, we pray we find success there. We might stay here and pray Photoshop makes us believe we were there, praying that others think we’re ‘successful’ when we’re not. Wherever it is we go we pray there’s a room to smile.