Calvin and Hobbes once had a discussion:
Calvin: "It's a funny world, Hobbes."
Hobbes: "True."
Calvin: "But it's not a hilarious world."
Hobbes: "...Unless you like sick humor."
Calvin: "The world is probably funnier to people who don't live here."
Hobbes: "True."
Calvin: "But it's not a hilarious world."
Hobbes: "...Unless you like sick humor."
Calvin: "The world is probably funnier to people who don't live here."
I read it a long long time back but somehow it keeps coming back to me. I love CnH and the simple and subtle manner in which they have always made their point.
Sometimes you world comes crashing down in a matter of a few seconds. And you just stand speechless and have no idea what you will do or what you want to do. Just when you start thinking that everything is perfect and you indeed are happy, the so-called God will play his sickest of jokes as if He drives some sadistic pleasure out of it. Now this is sick humor isn't it?
I don't know how and why this happens, but this does. And with perfect timing always. And you are left out there on your own then. To pick up the broken pieces of your emotions. To try and put together your shattered hopes. To start afresh... yet again.
You just hope that you come out of it sooner than the last time. You just wish yourself luck.
Cheers!
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