For me, life is a series of abstract stories. Refracting in everyday life on canvas without basic colors. When happy, how can the canvas always want to be colored with rainbow colored ink. But when sad, the canvas seemed to be wet and it was difficult to stain except with splashes of mournful mourning mud.
Crying or laughing, black or white, good or bad, noisy or quiet, screaming or silencing are just a small part of every side of life. All must be divided on two sides, as God has pointed out that everything in this world was created in pairs. It is the Greatest of His Power who has created everything perfectly and in balance.
Crawl, sit, walk and run (read: figuratively the stages of life) is one phase in every form of life. No human can jump over this phase. The flow of life has never changed even though the times have changed day and worn out replaced the rapid flow of technology. Continuously rolling does not stop for a moment when rolling over the life that is running.