You know, I think it's a problem when I spend my good times worried about what bad times are ahead of me.
Since when has good been the time between the bad, shouldn't it always be the other way around?
And why do we always expect the worst, is it because life is supposedly not meant to be easy? Maybe life is the easiest thing there is; we have no choice but to be alive and if we have no choice how can anything thereafter be difficult about an existence that was forced upon us?
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I'm proud of you, i sense small traces of optimism and i like it :).
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