I've been thinking about the different types of people in this world lately. It seems like most slip into two categories. You have those of us that somehow always seem to seek out the good in people. Those of us that want to hope, hard as it might be. Those of us that embrace truth, beauty and faith despite the shit and occasional questioning of the meaning of it all; despite the pain. We seek out love and embrace the quiet, beautiful moments of peace after the storm, few though they may be.

Then there are those people that seem to be almost pure evil. The people that we embraced and befriended; welcomed into our lives, unkowingly. Or maybe small parts of us knew, but we wanted to see the good in them. Suddenly we find our offers of friendship and love tossed in our faces. We discover the lies. We finally see them for who they are; but it's too late. We have already loved, already offered that friendship. They in turn have violated us, on multiple levels. The lucky ones escape with only emotional violation. But not everyone is that lucky. These are the people that are truly evil; we can hear them in the backs of our minds, laughing as we struggle to pick up the pieces. They haunt us.

Somewhere, there must be an inbetween. Perhaps the inbetweens are the people that are plagued with complacency, and find themselves leading lives in which they find no real peace or contentment, but only restlessnes and the memories of dreams that never came true and chances that were never taken. The people that are plagued with regret and unable to find and savor those fleeting moments of beauty. God, please let that never be me.

But then again, maybe there is a little of all of this in everyone. I guess it really is just a matter of choice. Of deciding which person you want to be, and which kind of life you want to lead. As far as I am concerned, I would hope that I tend towards the first person. This is the only life I have to live; I want to savor the peaceful moments, the beauty, and I don't ever want to be afraid of taking chances, simply because it might not work out picture-perfect in the end. I'd regret not taking the chance more than I ever would the un-perfect ending. Besides. I've always found more beauty in the rubble and mess of life.