It's kinda weird sometimes when someone can change so easily because of experience. We're are seriously like clay - imperfect, trying to smooth ourselves out to hide the flaws. And we're so easily molded by other's influence. And when it gets too hot, we toughen. But then one slip - and we crack, only to soften and start over again. 1
Life is so unfair like that.2
We can never achieve what we want, when our hearts are always set on something new. Most people don't even know this -- and there's another flaw. Most people don't stop to think. It's all a game to them. They're more like clay in terms of knowledge - a stupid lump. But whatever, they make those of us who actually use our brains look even smarter.
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Gumbi
I LOVE how you compared our life to a simple clump of clay !!
One may not think of it that way, yet how you made it into such great detail, it made total sense !
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And when we're tossed around, neglected, and dried out we find ourselves broken. But that's a cliche.
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