I sigh as I think of how much problems I am going to have to deal with in my future. How can I handle it? I know some can, because some can’t. Am I the can’t? the can? the jar?
Whatever I am, I will never know life. Even my mother wouldn’t know life. Nobody will know life until their last breath of it. Life is such a long process, and it is such a pity we loses details about the past memories. But, if we can re-live every moment of our lives, we will be so indulged with what we have that we are blinded from other possibilities. We will never age, babies will never grow up.
This law of “reality” we live by, why are we living by it?
Sometimes, I wish mirrors don’t exist. That way, I will at least feel like a different person.