Life is full of amusements. It's confusing, thrilling, and unpredictable. Sometimes I wonder why there are imperfections, and how it is making life hard to bear and tough to live on. Then I realized, it's because of these imperfections that make beautiful things even more beautiful. So I could grow to be more appreciative of what I have around me.
I like to spend time alone, away from the people. Quiet libraries are good escapes with books helping to build temporary barriers to get away from the outside world. By turning pages, I follow someone else's story, and see into their minds. The eventual reality which found outside the cover is a chilling prospect. No already written sequel, and no plot-line to follow. It's the unpredictability of the world that I'm living now has been intimidating to many people, but to me there's the thrill that excites me. The unexpected, and the surprise that could happen.
However, it's tiring to anticipate, and be surprised all the time.
Maybe you could say it's a cycle. The thrill is fun and it is exciting. Too much of it, makes you scare, and makes you want to back out from the it. Then, you would go back to wishing everything will go according to your plan, just like a book, you could easily follow the storyline. You do not have to do anything. It will tell, and show you what to do. It's predictable. When this continues, it becomes dull and mundane. It is dry, and there's no excitement nor anticipation so you will yearn to go back to the thrilling lifestyle and be surprised again.
So I say this is a cycle.