I used to think i knew what life was all about. barbie met ken. barbie and ken fell in love, had babies and lived happily ever after in their huge house with everything they ever needed, there were never any fights and everything went perfect. but of course as i grew up i came to realize that life was more like when i fell of my bike... falling off my bike, crying, wiping away the tears and hopping back on that bike just to do it all over again.
life isn't about that smooth paved road. life is about that totally unexpected pot hole, that sharp turn, that slam on the break because someone couldn't drive, because not everyones perfect.
i'm not perfect, and i don't expect anyone else to be. Perfect is boring anyways.