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"C'est la vie" (French) - "That's life" or "Such is life." It's often used to express resignation or acceptance in the face of life's ups and downs, similar to sayings like "That's how the cookie crumbles" in English.
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"Sometimes I wonder why this spinning globe name world exists, subjecting me to this relentless cycle of survival."
He blinks into the darkness, the faint sound of crackling metal echoing in the background. He aimlessly gropes the soft bedding, desperately searching for his monstrous phone. In this moment, he despises everyone from Graham Bell to Martin Cooper, and the genius who invented the alarm, along with the audacious soul who first thought of adding it as a function to the iPhone. No matter how fervently he rubs the bed, he can't locate the phone until it finally shuts off, only to snooze again in a matter of seconds.
He's perhaps the most acquainted person with time, yet those around him assume he's perpetually tardy. It's not that he doesn't strive to synchronize with the ticking of the clock. It's just that his love for sleep always triumphs, and his jam-packed schedule doesn't help much either.
"Dang it. When did I set a danger alert as my alarm ringtone?"
Managing to avoid entangling himself in the unruly beddings or receiving an unwelcome embrace from the carpeted floor as the first thing of the morning, he rises from the bed.
And once again, the phone buzzes to the metallic crackling rhythm. By sliding a claw under the wrinkled blanket, he manages to reach the monstrous device and silence it this time. The glowing screen reveals 7:20 AM, accompanied by a young woman's radiant smile in the background.
The moment his gaze connects with that smile, the spinning globe ceases its tumultuous rotation, and all the chaos unfolding upon it grinds to a halt. He traces the tip of his index finger delicately along the vibrant screen, following the contours of the image with tender care, as if the screen itself were fragile and precious to the touch.
