Not A Joke

So I wasn't sure my life has been a comedy, a tragedy, a gossip, a cinderella's story or nothing. Everytime I hear someone's complaint, I just couldn't be more delighted that I'm the luckiest girl in the world. Well, everytime I feel the happiness of someone spreading all over and splashing, I just couldn't take it and grin it easily. Why can't I feel sympathetic for someone in need and share the joy with someone being pleased? Once the world is up side down, it's somehow much more acceptable. I think I'm just a little bit sick of the upright world. However, once I jump out of my little messy mind, and think outside the box, all I've been whining and worried about seem not even a piece of ..... . (You can fill in the blank whatever comes to your mind.)

I've been convincing myself to believe I'm learning from torture, and then the bitter will taste sweet. I keep telling myself I'm learning. I keep learning myself being told to learn. Thus, I start to doubt what the hell I am learning. Learn to accept? Learn to escape? If it's latter, then it would be a vicious circle which pulls me down even further. I can tell why I will choose to escape if I really do so. Not being hurt! Not willing to face how weak I am! But it'll just never be the answer to my comedy, my tragedy, my gossip or my cinderella's story.

Face it! Face the music! Face how weak I am! And see how strong I can be! Prepare the best sword for myself and also prepare the best shield for myself. But why not just take the bullet out of the gun?

Maybe the one with a rifle is the weakest cinderella.