Life is not as simple as mathematics. Owh how hard it is to accept that fact. I know it. But to truly believe in it and act based on the belief of that is so much harder.
I wish I can babble more about this. But every time I typed something, I’ll cancel it out. Bearing in mind some people who might read this.
But life is good. Life is good to me. I wish I can give more goodness to people, help people as I walk pass their lives. But not everything will be perceived as how we wanted it to be. There’s too much misinterpretation.
Still, though there’s always a slight glitch here and there—life still is good to me.
Sometimes I wonder, it is just so wrong that I felt this guilt to show that I am happy. To write about how happy I am. It is just not fair. But what is fair? What is right? What is wrong? And every discussion leads us to the subjectivity of these concepts again and again.
And so I left it there. I just hope (sincerely hope with all my heart) that everyone could see that life is good…
Hey! Look at this picture.
This life is good enough for me.
I'll appreciate what I have and I'll respect what I don't.