This one is for the ones who stand, for the ones who try again

It comes and goes in waves, I´m only let to wonder why I try.

Sometimes things sound better when you say them in other language...
For me it has always been easy to express things in English...
maybe because it doesn´t feel like actually expressing something...
or maybe it´s just that everything sounds prettier that way...

And maybe I am using too many of these (...)

WE humans are a weird thing to figure out. We get obssesed by things
we probably shouldn´t and love to get in complications and then complain
about it.
We always try to find answers and figure stuff out, and things get ugly
once we find out that there are too many questions that can´t be
answered and too many things that we will never figure out.

Shit happens... sometimes.
And sometimes we loose track of who we are because we try to hard
to be somebody else. Sometimes we get along with the wrong people
that want you to be like somebody else. 
Sometimes we fall hard for someone without knowing it and realize
that there´s no reason for it... but you just didn´t see that bullet coming,
and even if you saw it, there was nothing you could do to avoid it.
Sometimes we can´t forget some people, and we try hard to deny
and let go but our heart tricks our mind and never let us do it.

I don´t think people who write blogs necessarily write because they
want to be read. Maybe we write because we want to believe that
someday someone will step on our blog and feel related to it.
I know that´s how I started liking blogs. Because one day I felt 
alone and bored and I found some random cool stuff that strangers
wrote, and somehow it made me feel like I wasn´t the only one.

So I don´t expect to have comments or many viewers. Only a few people
read my blog every once in a while. But I still write on it.
Because maybe they won´t see it everyday, but hopefully the day
that the open it they might find at least one entry that makes them
feel like they are not alone.