Life is strange.
Out of all the odds, sometimes the perfect ones play out and then... all the wrong ones.
It's fascinating how every day is just another day. It doesn't matter universally, as it's only through our own experiences that we mark each day as good or bad.
What is it that makes a day good or bad?
Unexpected outcomes?
Expectations being played out the right way?
We amuse ourselves creating 300 different storylines for one event in our heads, playing with our own feelings, hoping things will happen a certain way.
And at the end of the day, none of those 300 scenarios we imagined end up happening.
We all sit like little microbes under a microscope, hoping that the conditions we've been put in allow us to live a good life just a little longer.
Why do we expect perfect outcomes?
Why do we hurt ourselves like that?
About the Creator
Marina H.
Searching for my meaning of life. Enjoy your stay.
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