72 hours to watch people's lives

Shakespeare once wrote "All the world's a stage". What we call a drama lurks everywhere in our ordinary lives. Sometimes it seems like humans' faces are such beautiful pieces of art curved with cruel reality and the voices they make, a great music to convey emotions. That is one of the beauties we are blessed to enjoy in the course of our lives.

I hated most of the TV programs and all the media that dared to tell us what to believe and how to live.

In my 20s I devoted myself to a life of art and was fully against all economic elements in our society. I had been enraged and disgusted with a lot of corruption derived from human egos. But one day I noticed that my resistance was such a weak thing. I saw a person cry, whom I thought was the strongest person, with all my respect. He was the one who taught me how to be brave and patient, to embrace all the challenges in life. I could not watch him crying and did not want to admit the fact. Everything changed for me and I couldn't believe anything anymore, so I decided to walk my path in life.

We are sinful but we are beautiful. We are immature and ignorant, but we are trying to be nicer to others. There are so many mistakes to be made no matter how much we try to avoid it. This is unavoidable and makes me humble, humble to the society I live in, humble to the people I meet each day. I now know that I will have to walk a thousand miles to nowhere and every day with utmost efforts create a life for a day as there were millions of miles before I was born. I will write hundreds words for you as I make each breath. You can choose. You trust when you think it feels right.

There is hope on the earth and at the same time also a hardship to knock you down on the ground.

I cannot forget what that an old gentleman said with so much humility after recovering from his illness, and later having his old coffee shop repaired with help from humane strangers, "I now feel like I am able to start my life again". His body may seem to be weaker before going hospitalized but his eyes had something pure and shining in their depths. We have to live by starting over and over.

Thank you very much for reading!! This is my abrupt fictional writing exercise inspired by watching a well-made documentary TV program.

That was beautiful! :)