Shining Sun

The sun is shining in the sky,
A gentle breeze surrounds the silently flowing river,
Birds beautifully dance as the fly.

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A World of Cardboard

I feel like I live in a world made of cardboard. I have to take constant care not to breaking something, to break someone.

No matter how hard I fight the path before me, I can’t change a thing.

It’s a helpless situation of my own creation, and the fates are cruel. I now understand why is it we make the same mistakes again and again, it’s because we want to believe our own lies. We want to believe we can do the right thing and achieve the best outcome in every aspect of our lives.

This is an illusion.

I have written before that there will always be winners and losers, but no matter how true this statement is, I never wanted to believe it.