It sucks, but you’re gonna love it, that is what Monica says about life.
We indeed mess up our life and make it a total disaster, but finally we enjoy it as it is in spite of the countless hot water.
Sometimes life’s a contradictory in which I see myself a little upon what it ought to be, which, on the other hand, turns out to be definitely wrong in other’s eyes. This is not the arrogancy thing but a wrong definition of what is good so that it contributes to people’s absurd behaviours and a tragic consequence.
We tend to be like a maniac yelling in the darkness; we tend to be like a barbarian tearing time and space into fragments; we tend to be like a beggar imploring for forgiveness; we tend to be like a dictator forcing violence in the starless night.
We pretend to ignore the sword of the omnipotent life, but, hopelessly, expose the juvenile desperate ourselves. Perhaps what we can do is simply surrender ourself in front of life. Anyway, it’s not that bad because it is a paradox yet a struggle anyhow.
We can more or less fill up the vanity inside and have the bittersweet experience and live it a poetry if  we keep a placid heart and a sense a belonging.
So the next time when life maliciously challenge you, don’t shudder  shouting hysterically, just slightingly say “hi ya!”

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