I guess, i've always thought that I lived in somewhat of a magical bubble were everything is colourful, happy and fun. It may have taken me time but after a while i captured the real meaning of life. As time passed i also discorved what death was and the idea terrified me. It may have frightend me but after a while and somethings i'd heard from some people i realized that life may not be amazing or esay but secretly thats what makes it incredible. I guess what i'm trying to say is that whithout strugle or pain there no way of feeling relaxed and happy. And with these words i end by saying to get to the good stuff you must get threw the bad stuff and that's really how life works out.