Life is interesting, I guess it has its own ways of showing us magic, miracles, and possibilities, in ways that we can't imagine, us being busy with our idea and image in our head of how it's supposed to be.
We are so busy trying to make others happy, fulfill their expectations, not be judged too much, and try to seem “normal”. And sometimes it can take us a while to realize that we do all these to the detriment of ourselves. We think our eyes are open, and that we are awake and conscious, but then we realize that actually what we’re doing doesn't really make us happy, and we're not actually being us…