My feeling is kinda blue for this moment though trying to push under control . I try to identify what I encountered but I regard those chores as mumbo jumbo finally and doesn't make sense anymore? I, repeatedly, consider myself whether I am choosy or fastidious? Couldn't make a single outcome to explore that result.
Well, all in all, I love the verses of Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 from The Bible and brought solace to my soul somehow.
"A time for every matter under heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; A time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing; A time to seek, and a time to lose; A time to keep, and a time to throw away; A time to keep silence, and a time to speak; A time to love, and a time to hate."

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