If God ever gave me a special gift, I believe that is my thought.
Sometimes, I wonder, why people have to suffer to write a touched story?
I thought it over and over again, and I realised, the touched part wasn't the story itself, but the feelings and strongest affection which underpinned the whole story. We suffer because we complicate things. We ache because of the endless loop of being in confusion. If logic has overwhelmed our minds, we become heartless which as human-beings, as "persons", we have had been scared of turning into it. We feel, because we are not just as a human being which only requires basic conditions to survive but as a person who needs to be completed with a variety of needs, which of course emotional, physical, psychological and so on.
Whatever happens in our daily life, it has reasons. Because we are so afraid of seeing the truth, accepting reality, and confronting difficulties, we tend to complicate things, and so we run with a suffering heart.
Things could have been extremely easy, as the computing language as basic psychological principles, it is a none-or-all world.
To simplify, to understand, we are animals indeed, but the rational ones.
