I love harsh reality even if it is harsh.
I wrote this text on the 15th of April, 2026. Between the 13th and 15th of April, I worked at my professional job (please remember, my Dear Friend, I work in a broadly defined finance world), not three days (3 x 8 hours), but over four days (in total, 11 hours of overtime). When I returned home today from the office, I was too tired to write anything. Still, I decided to write this text. I was so tired that I did not even try to return on foot, with a heavy rucksack. The same was yesterday. I literally was too tired to return on foot. My professional job reminded me of the harsh reality that most people face daily. I am not an exception. My life is not a dream.
I do not believe that other people have dreamlike lives.
Of course, many people try to show their dreamlike, deprived of harsh reality, life on social media, but I do not believe in such beautiful, perfect pictures. We are all only humans. We all have to face our doubts, losses, and fears. I do not believe in a perfect life. I can imagine that even millionaires have to face harsh reality, even if they would do it only in their minds. No one is perfect. No one is a demigod.
Even if some people seem perfect and their lives seem to be ideal, I do not believe that such people do not have their fears and anxieties, which they must face daily.
While writing all these things, I realized I love life, even if it is sometimes painful. I think I already wrote a text when I stated that life is painfully beautiful. Nothing has changed in this matter. I think that nothing would ever change in this case. No one is perfect, and we do not live in a perfect world.
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