When do you know you made it? Is it the money,the love that you receive? Or would you rather have nothing and let people love you for the things you don’t have? I mean, is your life willing to change for the girl that’s right,or would you rather be in love with the woman that’s wrong? What about the man that’s nice, or the heartbreak one that makes you feel alright? Are we supposed to have some thoughts like these? Or cut our wrist and watch it bleed? Look into my eyes and tell me you know my soul,you wouldn’t handle the things I know. It’s a cruel world that we live in,but this time I’m gonna get it right…still success is addicting, like the thrill of selling your soul. What’s the moon looking like? I wonder if we get a second life? If we do, just fuck it right? If it doesn’t make sense, then I guess I’m wrong, but you wouldn’t understand me even if I explained it. This is an open letter for whoever,our life is whatever we make it out to be; right?
Let us learn to live life a little more, and live a bit less bitter. Let us enjoy the come ups and realize that the downfalls are blessings that are given to one to encourage us to become a better self. The bigger you dream the higher the fall; but what’s life without “failure”. You may only fail when you walk away from yourself and let go of your better self. Better yourself, not for others,not for religion,not for expectations, do it because it will help you accomplish your journey towards the happiness you may be seeking or the one you haven’t discovered. After all, we’re all trying to be Unforgettable.
The city of giants with broad shoulders, that attempts to reach for the heavens during the day, and burn to ashes at night. Where the wind blows and sets a tune that flows throughout, this is the city where dreams are created, the city where the wind blows, this is Chicago.