I thought everyone would have their white picketts if they tried and dreamed of it hard enough. Now, after trying for 4 years, I don't think the pickett fence is there to hold the love in. It might be there to hide all the bad things in their lives. No one has the perfect life. I realized that the day I went to pick up my little baby girl. We were driving home I was in the passanger seat and observing everyone in their cars laughing or just sitting there and they had no clue I was sitting there with my baby in my lap in a box. We have learned to put our fences up so everyone sees what we want them too. We are taught to put on the perfect clothes and have the perfect house that looks like it has never been dirty and pretend that we are truely happy. We wouldn't know what happiness was without the sadness. When I feel happy, I truely apreciate it, because it doesn't last, but you can always hope for more!
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