One day, life would be a lot easier the others.
One day, we would be able to have good ideas, and no one would shit on them, because they would have other good ideas too.
One day, we would be able to be ourselves, expressing ourselves, our thoughts and our feelings, and everyone else would be able to accept us wholeheartedly. Not because they agreed with us, but because they were also expressing themselves.
One day, we would live away from our ideals, because there’s might be a lot more joy in helping other people. And that joy from being self sacrificing is an ideal in itself.
But it’s so hard to do that, and some day, maybe one day, we would be.
Perhaps.
One day.