Life is like a crowd. A crowd waiting for the last piece of loaf. A piece of loaf for which so many hands are outstretched. You have risks of being trampled. Yet, you can’t get out of the crowd, whether you have already thrown out the thought of getting the loaf. You have to stay there, tolerate the constant pushing, and hitting from sides, tolerate the dripping sweat, stinky breath, because life which is like a crowd doesn’t give you enough room to get out of the mess. You have to adjust and fit in there, in some cases, you have to struggle to keep yourself safe … until the crowd disappears. And, Life never disappear. It just keeps falling on you.


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