Life is a beautiful tragedy for it has been miserably blissful, painfully loving, callously charitable, unjustly fair, wickedly righteous and horribly exciting. It continuously showers us with its mysteries, twists and trials nevertheless; the delight, warmth and pleasure it brought were likewise perceived. Yet, what most of us couldn't understand in our existence is that among the infinite amount of possibilities, why does the one we escape from is the one being picked by fate? Why can't life go with the flow we desired?
This nature of fate often makes us wonder which choice we must've selected before or which path we should've taken, for us to have that sweet taste of success. And from then on, we'll be filled with regret, doubts and questions that ruin our being. These 'what ifs' in our minds would resist us from moving forward and suppress us from being contented for we are persistently deceived by these alluring odds that probably brought us to a different destination. This is the time when we can be compared to a living dead, existing in both past and present.
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Teen FictionWe bleed ink. And always remember that life isn't a curse at all. It is just a series of trials that we thought were infinite and unsolvable. All these things that life gave us were just its way of bestowing us a meaningful existence. Its challenges...