Memoirs of an unfortunate events

People thought they know us but in reality they don't. They see us on how they wanted to see us and not how we really are. If there were two things a man would recon with is [a.] satisfaction towards his or her wants and [b.] how well an individual lives through out his or her existence. As we live through this moment sooner or later we realize things that aren't countable towards are infidelities, as we tame all those thing inevitable towards our realms. Faith is one thing ineluctable but we also choose our path, our destiny. We struggle to find the obstacle leading us to the island we should step-foot. As we become a "Deli" or lunatic among ourselves. We locked our ideals in between chains and cages as we struggle to lock them on a piece of paper.