confession

pain is part of the beauty, originally uploaded by chi kong.

browsing through nearly infinite number of photos of my friends (seriously speaking i do not know how many of them can really be categorized under this term, but then we just try to achieve some kind of consensus and simply called them "friends", for we need to make things easier, without forgeting the fact that whatever you inteprete from the term may not be what i really refer to.) makes me believe what a wonderful world it is outside there. world that is full of smiles. one will only show pictures in which he or she looked the prettiest and happiest, surrounded by (many more) friends, in front of beautiful scenery, tasting tasty food. i do not know whether they were really possessing a happy life as it appeared to be (i sure hope they are), or were just trying to con me by hiding all the interesting part behind, creating an illusion aimed to confuse me i'm the only one who felt the unbearable lightness (this again, is a difficult term to handle) when staring long enough into the sky. i possess a depressing life, but i try to live truthfully.