The Funny Thing
It’s so funny how a small thing can change my whole perspective. When I said “small,” I literally meant something small in size. The combinations that (almost) worked for me before aren’t working anymore. And guess what? This tiny flat tube is what helps me regain the focus I’ve been craving.
It’s so funny how my focus can be instantly destroyed when I’m no longer surrounded by familiar faces. How could it vanish so quickly? Could you please give me just a little downtime to process all these unexpected things?
It’s so funny how some random words can bring me peace amidst the chaos. I cherish the moments after, feeling like my world has turned colorful again. How can the effects of a few bubble chats be so powerful? What exactly makes them so? Does that even make sense?
It’s so funny how I don’t have to think hard to recall so many “funny things” in my life, dating back to my childhood. My mom calls it a miracle; others call it fate. Honestly, I don’t really know what it means after all.
But what I do know is that I’m ready to face more funny things. I’m ready to discover what’s next.
