And maybe I found it interesting because I don't know what to say about it, and who knows anyways?
I mean, what is a feeling? Who decide whether you're feeling or not? Who decide what are you feeling?
Who named them?
I mean if we have to describe we would just say that what we call 'love' is just the excessive release of dopamine in our brains.
And what we call 'happiness' can be manipulate as easy as just wearing a shirt which color we don't like.
And 'like' would be just something we find cute, physically cute or maybe mentally cute.
So how can somebody ask such a thing like to express in 400 Chinese characters what is my opinion about feelings.
It is a delicated topic, extremely relative. You could agree with what I say just as easy as I could fail because the teacher simply doesn't follow my ideals.
I believe some people are more capable of expressing feelings into words than others simply because some people can spot the separating line between every feeling.
I'm not a champion on that matter if I must confess.
I think some people have like a room where every feeling has it own box and you can not open one box without all the others being closed, so they know exactly what box is open and they know what it is in it.
Other people, like me, just have one big box in which they take the first thing they can grab and sometimes it's all mixed.
Have you ever wonder why do we feel? Or what if every people feels different stuff and the human race just named the ideas that sound similar?
What if 'love' is simply and just monotony? Getting used to something at a level that you feel you just can't live without that?
I'm sure no people in this world can die for love, but I am also sure that there's a part in every one of us that will make us unable to live if we ever lose that one thing that we love.
Life is so full of different things.
And the people who live, those lives are full of feelings. And even the simplest thing will cause an unique, special chemical reaction on their brains.
And then, the people who are just alive, those just watch their days pass, feeling nothing about nothing and enjoying their emptiness.
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