Haha...life
Life isn't about what you want to do to move on,
but about what you have to do to move on,
so many things you do to live on,
so many things you leave to grieve on,
then you start wishing you spent more time,
but it's too late for regrets...now it's time for just imagination and soliloquy, "but I thought it was mine",
yes it WAS,
now it's just a loss,
a part of your life that you can never actually return to,
except in your dreams and your fantasies too,
so many wishes,
But that's why they are just wishes!
if only life could please everyone,
then what is there to lose, when everyone has won?
who would be whose boss?
what would be whose loss?
life is perfect the way it is,
if there aren't ups and downs, what other ways can we learn please?
if nobody makes mistakes,
if life doesn't give and take,
then earth is as good as heaven and heaven is as good as the eternal earth,
you cannot rewrite destiny,
you can only write the destiny written for you,
then that means that in your destiny it was already written that you will try and rewrite it,
you see?
Thats's life
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