No It Is Not Easy To Write.

The Mystery Of Human Destiny Is That We Are Fated, But That We Have The Freedom To Fulfill Or Not Fulfill Our Fate: Realization Of Our Fated Destiny Depends On Us. While Inhuman Beings Like The Cockroach Realize The Entire Cycle Without Going Astray Because They Make No Choices.

Do You Ever Suddenly Find It Strange To Be Yourself?

Things Were Somehow So Good That They Were In Danger Of Becoming Very Bad Because What Is Fully Mature Is Very Close To Rotting

It Is Because I Dove Into The Abyss That I Am Beginning To Love The Abyss I Am Made Of.

I, Who Called Love My Hope For Love.