in my life, there's something so real that i can always sense n save it in my heart. but there's always something so illusory that i always run after it and have been obsessed by it constantly.
sometimes, confusion grows over my expectation that makes me suffer. now i realize, although the beautiful illusions are so attrative, after all, they are just illusions.
what i have is those so real that i can always sense and hold. that's what makes my day and my life.
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