Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams

Have you ever really known anyone? Like not where they're from, or how they got where they are now, but really known someone? Their hopes, their fears, their little quirks? It's amazing to think, that underneath it all, we don't know most people--maybe not even anyone, not even ourselves. People are enigmas in themselves. You never know what they're thinking, or what they're hiding, or what kind of turmoil is going on inside of them.

We just don't know. We can empathize, and hope that the glimpse of that person you have caught on the outside is true to what is underneath it all. But in the end, it is simply impossible to completely understand anybody--where they're going or what they're coming from. Why is it so intrinsic in people to try to understand one another? It is essentially futile, and yet we do it every single day of our lives.

It's hard enough trying to figure yourself out, without trying to figure out everyone else around you. At 21, I just simply don't know who I am. I have a mental image of the person I one day want to become, and the thoughts of the people around me, who think they have me figured out. But the truth of the matter is, nobody knows me. I don't know myself.

I have had a storm brewing inside of me. I wear a smile everyday on my face. It's easier to smile than it is to frown. It's easier to feign ignorance, than to face your demons. Life is complicated. People are complicated.

All it takes is time.

I use the term "all", loosely.