Such a surreal place to see.

I remembered that someone once told me, if you laughed out really hard one day, there will be another day where you will feel the same intensity in sadness and grief.

If the world that we live in is structured as such, where there are instances of this "balance of life", then what about the fact that happiness is always accompanied by hurt.

It just depends which one u receive first isn't it? So which would u rather, to hurt so much and in the end find love? Or to love so much only to end up hurt?

I choose hurt first. Not because I'm a masochist or I wanna prove that ''hey real dudes can take hurt'', but I feel that in the end, I'm sure there is something to balance this hurt.