Life humors us of what it does to us. How random it can be, how vague it is. Extreme opposites can be experienced in one dwelling, maximum difficulty, extreme happiness in one life scenario.
Everyday there is change and this occurs after you have just adjusted.
Example, after surpassing a great challenge, then brings you out-front of another one; more difficult and what makes it worse is that you're there, without an option, barely standing steadily, badly wounded, and unarmed.
Or this maybe, there are already blueprints of how your cornerstones should be made, but then, fate does not want that and detours you into another one that is very unfamiliar to you.
When the avenues and boulevards clear up, widen, and smooth en for you, the next thing you know, there are new diversions of road and find yourself standing on a crossroad, deciding.
Just when you became cozy and comfortable of being alone and independent, some love comes, makes you uncertain of your identity, makes you forget how you were before and makes you realize that you were wrong before when you said, "I am fine with solitude."
There are a thousand and one contingencies where life's sense of humor is proven, it happens everyday. Ironic as it is, we experience it, without retaliation.
We let life humor us, we may not enjoy it, but it happens, with or without a cause.
Everyday there is change and this occurs after you have just adjusted.
Example, after surpassing a great challenge, then brings you out-front of another one; more difficult and what makes it worse is that you're there, without an option, barely standing steadily, badly wounded, and unarmed.
Or this maybe, there are already blueprints of how your cornerstones should be made, but then, fate does not want that and detours you into another one that is very unfamiliar to you.
When the avenues and boulevards clear up, widen, and smooth en for you, the next thing you know, there are new diversions of road and find yourself standing on a crossroad, deciding.
Just when you became cozy and comfortable of being alone and independent, some love comes, makes you uncertain of your identity, makes you forget how you were before and makes you realize that you were wrong before when you said, "I am fine with solitude."
There are a thousand and one contingencies where life's sense of humor is proven, it happens everyday. Ironic as it is, we experience it, without retaliation.
We let life humor us, we may not enjoy it, but it happens, with or without a cause.
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