I just watched The Fault in Our Stars movie and it made me realize that our life, our normal life, our lives, like how do we say it, normal and not normal, all of our lives are different. It's shaped by totally different circumstances, experiences, and every tiny particle of it. Every page consists of different, different, totally different sets of vocabulary. But still, but still, the life we live is just so cruel, unbearable, and I don't know why do we make it so harsh upon ourselves. The dying is eventual and we can literally live our days without knowing our last days, making it simple, joyful, and not so complicated. But still we, every day, we keep struggling, struggling hard just to survive. But why?