This life is strange. So strange. I don't know whether it's life, or it's the people, or maybe it's me. I'm no longer sure. Not sure about anything...
Sometimes you feel that you got it all, that life became so comprehensible, that people became so predictable, and that your self became no longer a mystery. Yet, that does not last for long, does it?! The people you think highly of think that they are faulty, and the self you think to be faulty is thought of very highly. You look into others, without them knowing it, and others look into you, without you knowing it. You look up to someone: if I just have what you have; but that someone somehow looks up to you too: take what I have but give me this thing you have! You give advice to others while you're the one in dire need for it, and you are given advice by others though they are in no better case than yours. Running circles, chasing dreams, hurling after the mirage of a faraway ocean while being already surrounded with lots of ponds and lakes and rivers. No wonder why you are always thirsty for more! A non-practicing preacher!
What's bothering you? A missing piece of a puzzling life? What if we are all pieces of the same puzzle? And what if there is no puzzle from the first place? The wonder continues, and the puzzlement goes on and on...
Sometimes you feel that you got it all, that life became so comprehensible, that people became so predictable, and that your self became no longer a mystery. Yet, that does not last for long, does it?! The people you think highly of think that they are faulty, and the self you think to be faulty is thought of very highly. You look into others, without them knowing it, and others look into you, without you knowing it. You look up to someone: if I just have what you have; but that someone somehow looks up to you too: take what I have but give me this thing you have! You give advice to others while you're the one in dire need for it, and you are given advice by others though they are in no better case than yours. Running circles, chasing dreams, hurling after the mirage of a faraway ocean while being already surrounded with lots of ponds and lakes and rivers. No wonder why you are always thirsty for more! A non-practicing preacher!
What's bothering you? A missing piece of a puzzling life? What if we are all pieces of the same puzzle? And what if there is no puzzle from the first place? The wonder continues, and the puzzlement goes on and on...
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