I thought my mind has master the art to take things easily, to feel free about the world changes, the stay emotionless to every single form of evolution.
But I actually underestimate myself, I am still made of flesh and blood, emotions still runs through every single cell of my body.
Sadness, anger and hatred capture my heart, strangling it's neck, suffocating it, stopping it from taking the last breath of oxygen.
Friendship and betrayal pounders my mind, forcing me to question myself, am I just a selfish jerk, who is immersed in my thought of jealousy?
Or are my eyes telling me the truth, pushing me down the cliff of truth?
Wiseman, please give me a direction.
Please give me eternal happiness and fill the cliff of truth with thoughts of wisdom. If life is all about 1,2,3, perhaps there will never be sadness…
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