What Matters?

                                                                 What Matters?

As long as we make a part of someone's dream somewhere and make them smile. I might not be happy, or you might not be sad, we might not be good together or together me might be really mad...as long as we are somewhere making someone not wanting to wake up today, the job is well done.Someday you will feel it was better before and one day you'll say its the best day of my life. One day nostalgia will overcome peace and tomorrow you might meet new people. Grass is always greener on the other side and you will keep jumping from this side to that, and then back to today. 

Happiness is a figment of our imagination, and dreaming is good. Nightmares might be bad and you might feel safe on the safer side of waking up but then the times when you don't want the dreams to end, you sleep smiling.

What we think is reality might be just a dream and when it all ends, we might wake up on the day everything was perfect..and do everything all over again. This time, differently though. Theories are numerous and proofs are still to be found, but if there is nostalgia, there is truth. And truth never lets you down.

Stuck in a situation or carefree, fighting for a cause of just let it be, some choices will make you sad and some will make you mad. But some, will make you feel like not waking up and looking at the person next to you, no matter how happy that sight is.

This mind given to us does strange things to us. More happiness and more satisfaction, more desires and more wants. Keep trying and keep trying. Felt and seen by everyone, you might love someone and betray some you loved, God must have been on your side or luck might be your angel, Hell might be a party and heaven could be a a boring place.

Stairway to heaven or Highway to hell...Take any, will lead you to someone. Some days you will get by with a hug and some days you will hug and your eyes will be open. Your eyes not visible to anyone, open, thinking about someone you hugged once and how it felt. Maybe its the same person, but not the one you knew. Not the life you dreamt of.

Or maybe someday your eyes wont bother about anyone's glance and closed, they will make you smile. Why should i envy you when its the same, the things i go through? I want to be you, You want to be me...With you or without...Then what is it that really matters? The garden. You make the grass greener this side. No matter how much green it is over the hedge, its not yours. And it will never be. You might enjoy an evening in my garden sipping wine and laughing, drinking whiskey and smiling when that song is played. But at night you will return to your home. And it will be the same again. I might be left alone looking at my green green garden and missing everything about you but never let you know...That all this while i was busy making it a perfect place for you, my place was lost in you.