life is both complicated and simple

Do you remember
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I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible

And how it can actually ache in places that you didn’t know you had inside you

And it doesn’t matter how many new haircuts you get or gyms you join or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your friends

You still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood

And how in the hell, for that brief moment, you could think that you were that happy

And sometimes you can even convince yourself that she’ll see the light and show up at your door

And after all that you feel worthwhile again, and little pieces of your soul will finally come back

And that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade
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Yeah, this is life, which sometimes, just sometime looks very very ugly but most of the times is beautiful, because you see it BEAUTIFUL

Some parts of above text is just borrowed from one the dialogs in the movie of “The Holiday”, don’t know why, but gave me an idea to write it down here