How can this life can be pretty uncanny.

The more I contemplate in my own gaze of this life. The more I become much more serious in this life. Sometimes, I wonder why can't I be happy just like everyone else - well literally, everyone else are just unhappy like me, to be honest, right? It's just the matter how we wear on the facade everyday, tricking others with your best trick on sleeve. I wonder to myself how weird humans are, how they are made up, how they are different than any other Allah's creatures. The feeling of knowing this, making me much more grateful to my own pitiful existence on this Earth. I parch for the truth, but sometimes, truth can hurt you - inflict you more harms than any good. Sometimes, being ignorance is much more better than knowing something that you should haven't known in the first place, so we can be happier. It pains me, when I had known that the world isn't actually beautiful as I had thought before. Life is weird. It's weirder when people do odd things, decisions. World will never be fair and square, because Earth is not an Utopia, it's a Dystopia.