If life went the way we wanted it to, the way that we expect it to, would it truly be worth living?
If we got all that we believe ourselves deserving of, would fantasy and imagination even hold sway over our emotions; would we ever really smile, and mean it?
Could our heart be moved by such robotic and routine acquisition of it's deep desires?
Here's to the randomness of life;
All of the hurdles, and all of the surprises.
A smile never feels better, as when it comes upon you unknowingly.
