The world is constituted by denial. Or, at least, a happy world is never free of denial. I was like all the others, refused to see the wonders denials can make. For me, being optimistic meant admittance, the admittance of all whatever happened, good or bad, happy or sad, all ended up in accetance by one's mind. Denial, was never in the dictionary. But I'm getting older, and I guess, smarter. Denia...
liuzj
when people meet, it is the recognition of the soul, which drags them closer and closer...
