Sometimes, the best thing in life is the one we fought hard for. Gradually after having it, we realize that we wanted something else, and fought for another thing. Eventually, we lose all of it, and blame our life for it.

But, have you stopped and think about it before? Why did we fought so hard for it and never kept it well? Is it because we act rashly, or is it because we just want to fight for things people can’t get?

It’s true that life eventually fuck you up, but actually, you fuck yourself up before life does, x .