The night before yesterday was another wonderful night of my life for some reasons I'm not sure I should tell. That was just a night of fulfillment of a castle in the air of some sort. I should say it was yet a beginning of something of marvel and rarity. In this life, we could either choose to love to live or to live to love. In this current phase of self-discovery, I am loving to live. It has taken me long enough to choose this option again. Now that I have made this choice, I should say that loving to live is just like building a house of chocolates; the more chocolates you pile up, the more chocolates you eat, and you'll end up only realizing that you will never have a house of chocolates. This is true because loving to live is in itself the house of chocolates. It's not only sustaining but also rejuvenating. With every press on my keyboard, happiness is revealed. I just couldn't fake the happiness that the endorphins made by these chocolates bring about. I feel a bizarre and rare feeling over a pixie flying in the light of the majestic moon. Where ever the pixie flies, I'll always follow and catch those pixie dusts of her own cheerful heart until I finally fly like her, with her, and for her. I am now on the hiatus of this exciting ride. No matter where this feeling leads me, all I'm sure is that I'll have no regrets. I'll always be filling those pixie dusts in my own heart until I reach the gripping denouement of this entire magical ride. To the pixie in the moonlight with love, yves aying.
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