Being disorganized was a kind of liberation. It was when I tried to organize that the real battle with life began. Because in a disorganized life, expectations are lower, and the fear of loss is also less. But when I wanted to put my dreams in order, to hold onto the people I cared about, and to decorate the future beautifully, that鈥檚 when I realized life is not that easy. Every dream has a price, every relationship has a test, and behind every smile, there is some unspoken fatigue. At one time, I thought that a messy life might be the easiest. Now I understand that the more a person tries to organize their life, the more they have to confront harsh realities. Still, there is no opportunity to stop. Because life is never just about the easy path.
