After All That You Have Been Through

After all that you have been through...

You find that everybody is the same, with the unintentional intention to hurt you.
You find that people have ups and downs
You find that all humans will not want excess of something, neither too little
You find that most of the time you are taken for granted
You find that after all that you have been through...

You still have not grown.
You still have not matured your thinking
You still have not won your inner self
You still have not killed virus in you
You are just a kid.

And most of all, after all that you have been through, you realize, nothing is perfect, nothing will be, unless you define perfect itself.

What's perfectness? Nothing = Perfect. Giving nothing, is the perfect gift in this case, is it true? Of course it ain't.

Logically, what I'm speaking is CRAP. People are already scolding you, "Bili, fuck you, you are making no sense."

Thanks.

But I still want to write on like an asshole right now.

In life, you may be just a pawn on the chess board, with the king in checkmate right in front of you. Everything fits in so perfectly, it seems that the game is coming to an end, victory is in hand.

Until you found out, it's not your turn.