It's funny how hundreds can opine in an attempt to convince while truly, one particular person's say is all that will be taken into account. the world may try to convince you of your beauty, and yet an insulting remark of a particular somebody will turn you into vain crumbs. Or, for the sake of some positivity on this holiday morning, the world may try to convince you of your flaws, but one complimentary remark of a particular somebody will straighten up that Pisa Tower in you (mind my metaphors). Funny the gloom one frown can cause amidst the most jubilant of crowds in the most euphoric of events. Or the laugh one can start in the deepest of grief. I find it almost creepy. How that one person can become very essential to the state of mind you carry on through a day, or a life, if things work out well for you. How one person can mean the billions of the world's population, the thousands we are possibly related to, the hundreds we hustle by every day. I mean, is that even healthy? Love, reckless love.
Only, Simon Cowell has not really been overrated. Ah, where do I stand now?
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