Life is a paradox. Starting with simple things, like, the busier you are, the more things you get done. The more free time you've got, the more time you waste...
Paradoxes all around. Sometimes the richest person is actually the poorest one, at the same time the poorest one can be the richest. The stupid one can suddenly switch places with the smart one. You can die any moment, but you pretend you're immortal. The prettiest person can turn damn ugly, after you get to know better. Same goes other way round. Someone who, from the first impression seemed ugly, starts to glow. You never appreciate good things when they're around, but when they're gone, you cannot live without them. We always realize too late. We repeat mistakes, without learning from them. We are self-conscious, and we do realize some things are going to have bad consequences, yet, we do not stop ourselves from doing those things. Ironically, we look for happiness, freedom, love outside ourselves, when really, we should look deep inside to find any of those. We hide behind looks, style, masks, we hide our vulnerability, deep down scared of dying, of ending up lonely, forgotten, not cared about. Ah.
Headache.
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