What is life? Sometimes I don't think of a real life of me as I never satisfied of what I have right at this moment. People can have things easily, without striving hard for it; but some people have the opposite fate, no matter how hard they strive for their aim, yet they couldn't get what they hope in life. Should them jealous or envy the one who gain them, or, should I say, I am too realistic? Or materialistic? I wish I can get everything without struggling deadly and instead of enjoying life, I want everything I want.
I live in an unreal life. Unreal a real life that everyone live.
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