Life (5)

   It's meant to be hard. And even worse, sometimes it's known to cruel and unfair. So it is supposed to be hard to survive all the times. And no matter how hard I try, it doesn't matter at all. There is nothing  I can do about when something goes wrong. I got to take it as it is.

   The question is that I have done all the necessary things that I'm supposed to do, and I have taken all the proper steps that I'm supposed to undertake. And the foremost thing to remember is how much I've been objectively subjective in a real sense.

   It doesn't matter frequently how much I have put some effort. Because others do the same thing for their own sake. I have a feeling that it is a beauty contest in some sense. As long as my beauty is not recognized by others, I'm not the most beautiful one so far. I just intend to believe I would be the one someday when my time comes. And I won't be regret even if that time is not coming true. If I've lived a life with full of moments to be accepted by myself, I would prefer to consider that's the most important thing.

   Don't feel so sorrow nor bad as long as there is another chance.