My thoughts today about life

I will never understand why people say this is a horrible world.

When so many beautiful things happen.

Like when you are on a double decker bus and one goes past you and you smile to the other bus and someone smiles back.

Then an old lady sits next to you and talks about the weather.

When you get off the bus a baby in a push chair waves and says goodbye.

Then when you are walking down the road a acorn falls on the person's head in front of you and you can't help but giggle when they look around puzzled.

All of these little things that I can't help but smile at happen, would these things happen in such a horrible world?

No, but I think they would happen in a beautiful one.

Contradiction

I write things that no one will ever see,
But I write them as if someone is reading them.
I say I don't like people,
But I love them as well.
I paint my nails,
Then I pick it off.
I don't like cheese,
But I only ever order margarita pizza.
I feel like know a lot,
But then I feel I know nothing at all.
One thing I do know is that I am a contradiction.
And maybe everyone is,
But then again I am not entirely sure,
I might just be getting confused again.

Sort of what I live by

I have not always believed in 'Everything happens for a reason.' But more, 'Everything is happening.' Yes, this may be a bad happening or a good happening. 

What is important is that this has happened and nothing will change the happening, you just have to move on and see what happens next.

Who Are You?

A big question.
I think part of who we are is born within, us but only a small amount.
As soon as we are born we are surrounded by people and these people have an influence on us but still do not make us completely who we are. I think they just give us a starting point to move on with: basic values and beliefs, and then we expand from this. When you were younger you would have been different than now but that is because who you are does not lie in the past, it lies in the present and also the future.
Who you are is not the things that you have done, it is how you have done them.
Who you are is not that you listen to music, it is not even what music you listen to, it is what you feel when you listen.
Who you are is not the books you read, it is not if you don't read. It is not even the ones that are your favourites, it is not your favourite lines or characters, it is why they are your favourite.
I do not know if this makes sense but what I mean is, who you are is not on your outside it is inside, deep inside you. It is what you feel, that is what makes you who you really are.