It will never stop amazing me how life can be so beautiful and simultaneously so awful.

For example, you might meet someone beautiful, with an ideal appearance from the outside, and you wonder how it's possible for someone to look like that while still being vulnerable to sickness, a flawed digestive process, aging, and the physical limitations that make people feel uncomfortable and less beautiful than the image they project.

Or how is it possible for some people to feel almost divine in this world, living in luxury and surrounded by respect, while the majority will never come close to that state and instead accept a meager existence?

This contrast between beauty and suffering never ceases to amaze me. I always fall into its trap, believing that my life could reach such heights just because such potential exists, even though for ordinary people, it remains utterly out of reach