we look at things the way we want to see it don't we? we fit things around and manipulate things to fit what we want to think, what we want to believe. to fit to our perceptions, the lattices we have built up in our minds for these things. because everything is subjective. everything is subject to personal opinion. correct until proven wrong, that is. but it's how we are built you see. and it's how we so often make mistakes. because we don't see the truth. we are too busy deceiving ourselves. the truth is only the lie we choose to believe. the truth is whichever lie we choose to believe. so.. what truth? what is truth when put into perspective? what if you didn't know the answer to a question and came up with two opposing hypothesis, how would you know which is the correct one? and when results prove that the first hypothesis was correct, how do you know that is the real explanation for it? couldn't it have been something else? something out of this world that you could never have thought of, much less explain? what makes us think we're all so intelligent that we can explain everything? what makes us think that it couldn't be an alternative explanation? everything can be explained. yea. so in science you do experiments to prove other hypothesis wrong, to prove other people correct. but just like in court, innocent until proven guilty, they are all only correct til proven wrong. what happens then if one day everything you've ever known, everything you've ever thought you knew comes apart and you find that whatever you based your beliefs on were not true? what happens then? could you carry on? knowing that you lived... not a lie exactly, but not the truth anymore. is truth important? is it the foundation, the basis of everything? what then is truth if it is relative? how can you have relative truth? it's supposed to be absolute isn't it? yet how can something so uncertain be absolute? and if truth is not important, why do we go on seeking it at all cost? why do we chase after it when clearly, sometimes, there is no truth and alot of times we don't know what truth is and many other times, the lines are so blurred it could go either way. and for that matter.. what are facts?? thoughts going around like a carousel, around and around and around.. only this carousel doesn't ever stop turning.

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oh remember what i said before about love? i change my definition: love is, knowing it might hurt sometimes, or knowing it's going to hurt sometime, but yet still be willing to go ahead and try your best to make it work. to not be afraid the possibility of pain.