How strange life is. This is something that I've found to be the fact of life; it's strange.  I am afraid of writing these lines but I still do write them: nobody really knows what it is. Not thoroughly. It's not necessarily a bad or a sad thing, why couldn't it be a positive thing instead? A little frightening maybe, but if you find something to believe in, I think life can be good. It can be worth of a thousand things, a thousand heartaches and miseries. It can be worth a thousand bad and fucked up things - when there are those good moments, things, minutes. To life for.