Some people

I think that there are some people who will never be happy with their lives.

They stumble around life, making mistakes but never admitting to them. They hide themselves behind the facade they wear everyday. They act nice, and talked like they are the best. A young you would be fooled by them, believing they are the equivalent to a great man in history. An older you would have smiled politely and declined their friendship, only keeping them as acquaintance for future benefits.

Whenever they are wrong, they blame people. They blame them for everything, jumped to conclusions and damage relationships that were strong. They lived thinking that they were right in everything. Or at least that’s their way of consoling themselves, trying to hide their mistakes even from their own conscience and bury the guilt under the waves of anger and pride. It’s a way of running away from life, from the truth.

Then they built more relationships. More and more till they broke every one of them. Then at the end, they asked themselves: “why?”

They chose to believe that others are at total blame, and never pointing at themselves. They never cherished the relationship more important than their pride. They don’t get happy; they get self entitled. Because when a person thinks he/she is perfect with no blemishes, they would always think the others are faulty, wrong and damaged. After all, it’s the damaged goods that damage something good.

And the people who get closed to them always get burned in the end. They are left to wonder if I was ever good enough. Did I have worth? Didn’t I do enough? And they leave because they can never give these people what they want. How could an imperfect person give a supposed perfect person what they want?

Then they live miserably, always trying to search the perfect thing to make them happy. The perfect people to make them feel life is worth living. I’m not sure how these people live their life; it’s an illusion of perfection that holds nothing but misery below.