Isn’t it ironic, how we run away from everything that hurts us but always end up in pain?
How we are afraid to open our heart to avoid heartbreaks, when in fact the heart is made to be broken?
In fact, everything in life is made to be broken.
Ironic, isn’t it?
We stand and we fall
We stand back again only to fall eventually.
We live and we die… eventually
The irony of life itself is that it is not meant to be understood by mere mortals like ourselves.
Like Chess pieces being played by a force mightier than we can ever understand or make sense of.
You are called a King, and you think you are important
But just like the king piece of a chess game, you only serve as a object
Do not try to understand love,
Do not try to understand life,
Do not try to understand what is not meant to be understood
Simply accept every situation you find yourself and make the best out of it because that is all you can do.