You can never be that person who is loved by everyone. You can never be that perfect person.
You are always likeable by some, and hated by others. Some will be willing to die for you (both figuratively and literally), while some will despise both you and your efforts even when all you meant to do was for the greater good for other people’s lives.
I say this because when this year begun my resolution was to make peace with the fact that even good things get to fall apart, at times. And you just don’t know why.
So more often that not, when this unprecedented wave we call life (or fate) hits your plans, and dreams and hopes — and it all comes crushing down, disarming and hurting you in the process — you sulk, you curse while you rage with a mixture of anger and regret.
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