currently listening to Lizst Hungarian Raphsody No. 2 (God, perfect song for that title)
Destiny, life, words we often blame for our misfortunes.
are they entirely excuses? i’m sure i’m not the only who will say that events when we least expect or want them to happen
injuries when we don’t need them
surgeries when we least want them
school transfers when we last expect them
death when we least expect them
could life be a more ironic place?
sometimes i ask myself jokingly whether God is listening to our prayers or is he creating problems for us so that he has prayers to listen
it just seems that i’m sure everyone would agree that something always disturbs life, the order when we finally feel that life is getting manageable
something is always there to make life more complicated and sophisticated than it already is.
as the last note rings in the song in the air, and fades away
and as my scorning emotion rests…
i guess this is the way life is, and the only way not to drive yourself insane is to accept it as it is.