He once fell down in the inadvertent moment of "Knock on the Door in Happiness", he told his son that happiness is happiness. Not happyness, officially because happiness is I, not why.
All the hardship and exhaustion of the third year of high school forced me to tell myself that life means suffer. The so-called happiness may be just a passing feeling.
If we no longer have time to enjoy the humble happiness that life brings us, then happiness is again. Where to go.
Maybe I am right. In this farming season, we are not qualified to talk about enjoyment, and there is no reason to talk about happiness.
When a person puts his whole body and mind into one thing, it is the time when the heart is most fragile and unstable. Because I paid myself, I was afraid that there would be no return, and because I was traveling day and night, I was worried that I would be walking in the wrong direction and the wrong path.
I haven't finished my life, or even the official beginning, maybe happiness is on the other side, I just have to endure the darkness before me.
Some people are born simple, accept everything that happens to them, everything is so natural, just like 1900. Some people are born with digging questions but., its easier to make a question than make an answer. They confuse with themselves, confuse with the world, confuse with what they do and what they will do.
Maybe this is for me, it can also be said to be unable to bear the loneliness before the light.
But who can tell me what the end of the road we are heading toward without hesitation.
Happiness is not why.
But why.
I have not been able to be stupidly happy, nor can I have an epiphany because of my intelligence.
But between the two groups of people, lonely and painful.
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