People believe that if you sit and do nothing and just be comfortable, you will never know the essence of life. A man must be willing to take risks. Make mistakes that will make you fleetingly happy.
Happiness may be temporary, but it will leave you with a lovely memory that will stay with you until you die.
There are many different kinds of happiness, but one that has remained with me is love.
That was the finest thing that ever happened to me. It was a breath of fresh air that kept you alive and thriving. That makes you smile and brightens your entire day. But, in reality, love is not like in the movies, when everything works out for the couple and they live happily ever after. In actuality, there are numerous impediments, differences, prohibitions, and so on.
How can the main characters possibly deal with everything?
Film enthusiasts would usually answer with "LOVE," but can love conquer all?
As for me, I was not one of the main characters and not even part of a love story.
I was not Juliet's Romeo,
Rose's Jack,
or Cleopatra's Julius.
I was the Quasimodo in the world of Esmeralda and Phoebus.
