Life’s irony

Love hurts, I know. Life is ironic. But you either get laughed at or laugh along with it. You make your choice. You can’t close yourself to love because of the fear of being hurt.

Everybody hurts, everybody dies. Love them while they are here and good to you. Hate them when they hurt you, moan them when they pass away. But always, always, live.

Loving, hating, laughing, coming, hurting… that’s life.

Originally published at on September 25, 2014.

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