Life is like coffee.

There are too many expectations of life, it is not difficult to imagine that you will get a lot of disappointment, want too much but get too little, and then continue to blame God, curse Buddha, curse Jesus, and see who feels uncomfortable. Worry all day long, do not know how to live in panic, what to do today, what to do tomorrow, there is no clear direction. Life is like this, it is better to die than to live. That is also a kind of relief.

Do you know how old people die? Suicide is a stupid way, but it is not difficult to see that mental pressure beyond a certain degree of tolerance will have an explosive tendency, gentle mask is just a vase type, really can not think of wearing it has any beauty, actually become a trend that will not die for thousands of years. If you don't want to be ridiculed as a laggard, hang your head behind the masses. Although this irresistible situation created this layer of confusion, but in fact the real hazy is their own heart, not the influence of external factors.

Do not understand why the old love life so beautified, like song? I don't know how to sing such a mixed sweet and bitter song. I can't help laughing when I think of such a high and low tone. Like tea? Doubt that after you taste this cup of tea with so many spices, it is not white hair floating, then let the white car pick you up to lie down and wait for the ward. Like a glass of wine? Drunk is always sleeping not wake up is not bad, but a wake up is not suppressed headache, not asking for torture, two words: deserved. Say like coffee still has a bit of taste, but this depends on what kind of person drinks what kind of taste, I do not like to add what kind of material, the original bitter flavor can smell the fragrance. Life is bitter, and we just learn to taste bitter, and then find out the overflow of incense, perhaps that is the so-called happiness.

Fantasy life happiness, as in weaving a dream, a dream that seems never possible to achieve, dream pain, tears, laughter, tears, one by one are entangled. The nature of life is reality, and man lives in the environment, modified by life to meet the needs of reality until he can no longer afford it and is destroyed. Or try to weave their own vision of life, given their own color. There is no third option. Cruelty, and no one can escape the rules of the game of survival. It's sad, that's what fate is.

Everyone has their own rhythm, according to this way of running their own life, work. family. marriage. love. It is always a theme. Fantasizing it as soft as music, but already forgot the lyrics. Those messy symbols are just lost thoughts, just like tears without feeling, it seems unclear whether happy or sad, let it slide into the dust.

Admonish oneself, hold not to give up, can cherish don't let it float. The scar is the experience that life gives, can you see through what this smile contains? It is not the past that childish fairy tale, alive, nothing more than a kind of happiness, but also a kind of unspeakable tired. Once fantasized that all sorts of happy future all under the reality destruction one by one shatters. The wound gives the spirit a kind of bearing, does not fall down, is only the final strong, only to prove a ridiculous point of view: I am not a coward. No one saw tears, no one heard crying, all hidden in this smile, dream, dream, still so.

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