The darkness looms over me and then engulfs me. So suddenly. I didn't get a second chance to brace myself. I lost the first one, it was too difficult to maintain peace, I said. And fate didn't believe in giving third chances, I guess. Who made life like this? You must endure pain to know what joy is—no matter how far-fetched it might be at the moment—joy is incomplete without the cycle of hardships.
Who decided that?