It rained today. Well, it's still raining. Rain in the summer always means something special, doesn't it?
Unlike rains in the spring and autumn, summer rain is short but full of power. You can hear more of thunders coming down from the clouds, and the raindrops are bigger and faster. If it's hitting on your body, it might even be slightly painful. Hails might also come, although not being as frequent. When it rains, the day wraps up the hot and passinate side of summer, and becomes a cool and totally different character.
As I'm writing this, the rain has stopped. It comes and goes; you can never tell when. After weeks of the scorching sun, heaven finally decides to shed some tears of sympathy to the world, just enough to wash away the dust and revive the dried up creatures. After this, another heat wave will come, and another shower after. Cycle goes on, just like everything else. Life and death alternates, unchallenged by human will. The happiness only lasts for a while, because anxiety will follow soon. Cherish the moment, because it never comes back after it's gone/
Flowers, the embodiment of beauty flourish after the rain. Roses, the epitome of romance stand out like an arrogant princess. Red roses are said to be the messenger of love and passion. According to an old tale, however, a red rose comes from a white one, only to be dyed in the young man's blood and willingness to sacrifice himself for his loved one. Under every happy facade, there lies a saddening story, well hidden from people's attention, while reminding the conscious of the truth and the reality.
Thus, I send this white rose to you, just because I don't believe in true romance.
送你一枝白玫瑰，只因为我不懂浪漫.

Again, it's been a while.
As usual, many things occurred during this time, and I won't attempt to list them down one by one. To be honest, I just can't. Whenever I look back on these days, something strange starts to twist my brain and it becomes difficult to follow the logic that I held for all these years. So, I just leave it as it is.
Start by talking about other people. Most people covet excitement in their lives, almost as much as possible. When there's a lack of such things, they feel increasingly "bored" and go out to seek a change. I was just like years ago, at least I remember so. Today, however, if you ask me, I'll probably tell you I prefer a quiet, simple, and peaceful life. No news is good news. Changes are always unsettling. For quite a while, I was actually very fond of my preference because it appeared to be philosophical and profound. In Taoism, believers tend to pick the most balanced choice, avoiding either of the 2 extremes. It leaves room for compromise and reconciliation. Some of them even insist on a do-nothing attitude because it creates no immediate trouble. Having found support from such an ancient belief, I settled for my belief and planned to stay that way. Until one day, I read something and was told that was exactly how senile people think and deal with situations. The alarm in my head then went off; I was unnerved, because I don't wanna be old yet.
Then I sat down and tried to figure out what made my attitude change. And the answer was simple, at least to me. I was just trying to escape from the trouble already there. Maybe I ran away faster so that it couldn't reach me in time; that was probably the reason I still wasn't caught up in it. Or I have already been caught; it was just that I was too ignorant to admit it. Either way, when I was still in high school, I controlled my life with my own hands. As time went on, though, I let this command slip and now I simply let my life control itself. And when I didn't have the power to alter the choice I had to make,, the path I had to take, let's just hope the choice wasn't bad. Thus, I guess in my definition, a simple life was like a life without trouble. As I went with the flow, a feeling of powerlessness began to mount, and my life took advantage of it. It then dictated every corner of my world because my confidence was drowned. And after I wake up from my stupidity, I am already besieged with all kinds of problems. It's like sliding into a bowl. Doesn't matter which way you go, you are going to reach the bottom. And when you stop moving and wonder what's going on, you are already trapped in the bowl and it's very,very difficult to get out by yourself. The result is simple: another loser is created.
Talking about losers. I don't think I will be one, but I am one now. No one is immune to becoming a loser, just like no loser is destined to remain one for all his life. But losers have something in common. First, no one is born a loser. At one point in their lives, however, they start doubting themselves and thinking, "what if I am one?" Snap. Something inside just breaks. Maybe they don't realize it, but they begin to behave a little differently. Like a contagious disease, it gets picked up by others around them and seeps into everyone's mind. Once the surrounding people get it, it becomes a fatal blow to the losers, because the concept gets to their mind every time. They do whatever possible to deny it, but they secretly admit it themselves. Even worse, it would take a superhuman effort to rid themselves of this loserdom. Same old thing, a strong will determined the path.
But first, forget about that "peaceful life," and inject more passion, enthusiasm and energy into everything I do. Snatch back my control over life, and decide what I think is the fittest for me. It starts today, at least for me.