Life Is A Roller Coaster ...

Every now and then, someone would talk or complain, “Life stinks, nothing satisfies him/her, it sucks …” And, every time I encounter with such an awkward situation, I would comfort them by saying “that’s the life we live” “get used to it…” bala … bala … bala …

If lucky, this might reason him/her out of complaints and depression; if unlucky, I would be a good listener instead.

But, every time I think about “get used to it”, it would make me feel so pathetic. Sometimes, it even can’t talk myself out of it.

“Get used to it” turns everything into routine. Everything!

Get used to beating the rooster in getting up to work. Get used to being packed like sardines. Get used to working hard than the donkey. If unfortunately, even the job might not be the one you had planned to pursue … Finally, get used to getting old and dying…

So what! This is the life. Challenge it or give in?

Perhaps, being an ostrich is a much easier way for me. And I should be, right? If so, there will be no need for me to pretend that I don’t give a shit about everything. If so, I don’t need to be a hypocrite by being mean to everyone. If so, it won’t be necessary to conceal my ignorance by standing away.

Admittedly, if we don’t care about ourselves, no one will do. But it seems that self-denial, self-pity… have become my habit and part of my life. Maybe I shall believe in my fate long time ago, right?

We enter the world alone and we leave it alone

and everything that happens in between we owe it to ourselves to find a little company.

We need help, we need support, otherwise we are in it by ourselves.

Strangers, cut off from each other, and we forget, just how connected we all are.

So instead, we choose love, we choose life, and, for a moment, we feel just a little bit less alone.

Sleep. It's the easiest thing to do.

You just... close your eyes.

But for so many of us, sleep seems out of our grasp.

We want it, but we don't know how to get it.

But, once we face our demons, face our fears, and turn to each other for help, night time is not so scary,

because... we realize we're all alone in the dark.

Maybe I need a challenge, may I need some to make me bounce and down, maybe I’m just tired.

It's ok to be tired, right?

You're tired too? Exhausted...

I don't know, but I want some...

有时候真的很想逃脱一种规则的限制，算是一种解脱。

"Everybody lies.Just go easy".

I fear that I will always be A lonely number like root three.

A three is all that’s good and right

Why must my three keep out of sight Beneath a vicious square-root sign?

I wish instead I were a nine.

For nine could thwart this evil trick With just some quick arithmetic.

I know I’ll never see the sun as 1.7321.

Such is my reality A sad irrationality.

When, hark, just what is this I see?

Another square root of a three

Has quietly come waltzing by.

Together now we multiply

To form a number we prefer.

Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds.

And with a wave of magic wands

Our square-root signs become unglued.

And love for me has been renewed.