Life is a bitch. A beautiful one.

Since the dawn of mankind, or lets say dinosaurs, the world had and has always been in a state where the most dominant takes over the least dominant. Like when the T-Rex can win a brawl against a Stegosaurus. Or how a rich person can eat a large pizza and a person suffering from poverty has to eat shrubs which are filled with sharp thorns. And just like Charles Darwin called life as the "Survival of the fittest," the worthy shall only make it good. So to become really awesome - soo awesome that not even teachers dare to speak a word against you (get the sarcasm) - all you have to do is start of big. Big in the right direction, too.

Life is like a wave, it goes back only to come back to shore again. Only this time, to come back up further. And life IS a bitch. She will act nice and one time and seem to give you the happiest day of your life. But then, the next day will probably seem to be worst day of your life. But at times she might give you some reason or the other and start boasting on the things you didn't have. And you will feel utterly depressed and you can't tell her to stop too. Its like asking a wall to make you a sandwich. You know it can't make it and you do it just for the sake of it. But she is a beautiful one because (basically because you might have a good taste in women) even though it makes you feel bad, you can't help but love it. Its like having a useless watch in your pocket and whenever you want to check the time, you keep looking at it even though it is pretty much useless.

I guess I hardly make any sense, but if we are like minded, you might be able to know what I'm trying to say.