Life is what we think of it..

One may say life is an adventure, another may say it is a mystery. Truly it cannot be known what will become of us. But I must say for now, it is where the monsters, demons, angels and fantasies hide. Where we cannot find are where they hide. But most people think that they are alive. The truth is, that we ourselves are all of those things. We want to admit we are all perfect but all of us have flaws. The girl in math that has an A? Well she hates herself more than you. The bully that took you money? He has no emotional support, no love shown to him. To make it simple, life isn't describable. There's no more to it than this.