Immature life

Sometimes, you don't want to think of things because they cause utter pain to the people you love the most. Yes, some things are good unsaid but some things are needed to be vocalized for human reasons. For simple human reasons. We are not heavenly creatures. We are human beings. We feel bad when things go crappy. We get mad when expectations aren't met. We hate ugly things. We cry because we just want to and it would be more painful to reason out why you're crying. But then again, we are all human. We have elastic emotions. We have this eccentric ego that we keep to hide but it keeps on showing. We dance, sing, play just to feel talented and gifted. We huddle with other people to feel the cliche sense of belongingness. And we don't want to face reality because this gives us pain and broken lives. But you, what will you choose? A "perfect" life, sugar-coated it is, but full with lies or a broken, shattered life with reality encompassing your senses every bit of your soul but no inhibitions and no lies?

Think. Think again. This has been a question to me. And I keep searching for the answer, all the time.