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We Could Be Heroes - Alesso

Have you ever wondered about the number of things you think about in a day. Different genres, references, every different type of thought. If you're a teenager, maybe even more than just legit thoughts. Things like when you see someone and your reaction, "Hey, He’s uber hot, need to know him". On the road when you're super hyper, you'd end up wondering, "these people on the road, drive like they own the bloody road", sometimes when you're on an elevator and you happen to see a house maid’s phone’s home screen with a romantic screen saver and you wonder, "Will she ever find a guy she loves and gets to do all filmy stuff like that picture?", Will she have her share of happiness given to her? 

When you're staring at yourself in the mirror, and ‘ Oh my god, I need to stop hogging’. If someone texts you,you would want to think, "Why?"or you maybe think of a memory related to the person. And if someone doesn’t,"Whhhhyyy? Why hasn't he/she texted yet, doesn't he/she care about me?"
 When you read a motivating message, a positive reinforcement and you're like,'Right, I should do this, I should believe in this'., Listening to some politician and,'hey maybe, just maybe look at yourself sir.’ Some rich, and famous, young stud, making money and you're like, "What am I exactly doing with my life?", When you have too many pimples,"Oh no, going out of town in less than a week, got to get rid of them". 

An endless, infinite list of thoughts processed and trashed. Recalling everything we thought about would be a task, but the real quest is, are we capable of attending to these unattended thoughts to their specific needs or concerns, will they help you to grow with your personality, your views about the world, will they change? Is all the thinking worth it ? Worth your time, brain space, memory...Will you actually walk up and say you can do this, lets try this out, am I good at this, can I improve?  Or did you think about how life is and how annoying it is to be the best, and to be a participant in the "no finish-line race", and at times you're feisty and other times you want to give up. Are you one of those who have the patience to go on and achieve what they set goals for? Or you the category that goes with the flow, accepts every challenge thrown at you? Or the one who takes up challenges and gives up way too soon to be even legit? 

Are you famous or invisible? 
Will it make a difference if you're there or will it not?
Does it matter to you or does it not?

Are you successful in pretending that you're okay with whatever is happening around? Or you're that person who doesn't have to pretend at all?

Do you believe there is too much hate in his world, and you have to be nice to make a difference or do you have to be one of them?

Do you have enough strength, enough courage, enough power, enough love to change the world, or do you just don't a give a damn about the well being of where you breathe?
Will you wait for that day to come? 
The 'Eventually' will happen day?Will you think about that too?

Will all you do is think about it?

Or will you actually do something about it?
Or am I the only one thinking about all this?

P.S- I'm glad you're able to place yourself somewhere along the way, I'm glad you have everything you need, wanted or deserved. I'm glad you worked hard for it.

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