The 1900shas entitledanother impressive chapter in the never-ending novel called Life. The new era has already given a sense of joy and certainty to the people who wish their lives become better. However, this belief throughout timecan becomemore superficial by thinking that the tick-tock-tick-tock will destroy the past,heal the present, and shield the future. This, of course, is one way of looking at of, guiding oneself through life. Not the purest way, however it’s a “naive” start. The other way, the less popular way of looking at life, isregardedto human development of social and mental compositions that can manipulatethe being’s confidence and wisdom within their lifetimes.
In a homespun translation, a human being cannot just depend on time to change his or her life forever. A positive (even a negative) change can be a result due to daily or occasional events, which inquired a person to design a destination to a solution, based on that formula. It’s called “experiencing life through challenges and seeing if you either conquered the experiences or not”. I called it, the secret formula for life’s success.
Rather not say anymore or I’ll become a bigger hypocrite than Lucifer. It’s wrong to be pessimistic if you don’t know anything about the future. It should become a law, but everyone would be in jail. However, if you “frilly-folly” on the dirt road with a thought of happiness in the time ahead of you, then sometimes you’re likely to have your hopes get shot by reality when they’re floating way above the clouds. And like any dying scene, your hopeswould lay there on the dirt road, bleeding out the beliefs and ideas of future fortune. What would you do now? What would I do now? You would watch your hopes bleed to death, and become doubtful because of the fear of losing high hopes again is disturbing. I would on the other hand, think of a way to get back at my dream assassins. Yet, it would take a while for me to engage such an activity, that, I would stand there and watch my hopes die. It’s confusing, it’s senseless, and it’s unbelievable. But it’s a useless theory that rambles on about the secret formula. It’s much like worthless information that you may never want to hear again.
Is this how I think? Is this how I feel? Is this cynical research, a toxin, which I breathe in every time I walk through a new room of adventures, triumphs, and tragedies? What do you think? What do they think? What does God think? Am I a relentless being that has relentless behavior in order to survive in this relentless world? Or does my heart beat fatally because I lost myself and may die from sadness and solitude? I am undefined.