An organised chaos. A tidy mess. Life without living. To dream of no wishes. Life is organised. Chaos is life. Choose both. It is thrust upon us without our permission. Do we deny its existence? Mourn life’s uncertainty and die before the final beat? Wish for nothing and get nothing, hope for everything and find everything is all you ever had. The choice. Love is for you, not them. Laugh wholeheartedly. Cry, you are human. You are not the person people see you as; your life is not reflected in their eyes. Their laughs say you are alive. Their hugs feel your heart. But you possess yourself, wrong choices are yours. Possessions cannot be bought, you have no price. You can be the richest person and feel cheap. Depends how you measure wealth. Life is yours. Take it with you: don’t leave it in the empty vase wilting. Feed yourself with the love of the world; create the world you take it from. People make the world; we each view it differently and therefore expectations, views and choices are our own, we choose our life, our world, our existence. See with your mind, not your eyes. Love with your soul, not your heart. Dance with your childhood and never laugh without yourself. Choose your family in your friends and your family in the mirror. They live in you, embrace them, embrace life or you will be the fallen petal in the dark. Live your life, what other way is there but this?