So, my dad is not Alec Baldwin.

If my mom can ever learn to be happy, then he would allow himself to be. But she probably won't, so neither will he. 


I thought that in real life people didn't 'give it a shot.' (Please allow it to reference anything that pertains to you.) Unlike they do in the movies, people out here, on Earth, they're somewhat less adventurous, less courageous. Or at least that's what I thought. But you know, people do try, and in these paramount acts sprung from our indigenous need to be fulfilled, to be loved, to feel alive and like we have control over the matter, we say what we mean to those that need to hear it. And in that brevity, the spare moments before we are met with the encumbering response, we are fulfilled and we are loved by the one that matters most, ourselves. In that pure and all-inclusive acceptance of ourselves, we are alive, we are in control of the circumstances and responsible for them. The response is moot, for we cannot rely on others for approval. It is in the act, that loyalty to ourselves and to our hearts that we have the ultimate approval and thus, the ultimate happiness.