I am now thinking about that time I lost my key and the finder sent it back to me.
How good my life is to be surrounded by good people.
But how can you say that?
How about those people who are misfortunate?
Those who always seem to have a bad luck?
Well this is what I say.
I do not care about them, truly.
I can’t care about them.
I shouldn’t care about them.
Otherwise, it’s a betrayal to the giver of fortune, if you do not cherish the fortune you are given, instead you think about the people who experience misfortunes.
It’s the way life is.
After all, aren’t fortunes and misfortunes the same? It depends on how the subject experiences. A situation is just a situation. If it is a fortune or a misfortune is the freedom of its subject. Even death can be a fortune in a certain situation.
If I care about those who find themselves misfortunate, I’m gonna spend every day mourning some subject’s judgement about a situation. Unnecessary. Unproductive. Useless. Lastly, stupid.
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