Paper bag

A paper bag. Everyone has a paper bag. Some use it to put their stuff in it. Some use it to as a mask, to cover their face. Some use it once and throw it away. And some, just don't have one.
Life's like a paper bag.
Some people fill their lives with perpetual feelings that they couldn't obtain. Some people use their lives to hide themselves, to cover up for their mistakes, their past, their fears . Some people lived their life to the fullest and at one point, they just give up on it. Some people choose to not have one. Or rather, have too much of it.
On a sunny day, when you walk down a street, you'd pass by a ostentatious bungalow, surrounded by fluorescent flowers, half-covered by big, lofty walls, filled with audible laughters.
As you walk further down , you'd pass by a rather small little house, surrounded by green grass, half-covered by black, spiral fence, filled with audible laughters.
As you walk towards a dead end, you'd pass by a derelict, surrounded by rubbish, half covered by detritus, filled with nothing but silence.
Suddenly, the clouds prominently turned grey. Raindrops were tapping gently tapping your shoulders one after another. Before you know it, a torrent of rain comes pouring down.
You'd see the derelict, still sitting on the roadside, staring at the sky as it turns into it's savage form. Not moving a bit. As though he was a living corpse.
As you run , you'd pass by the small little house again. The atmosphere there is a little chaotic. The mother's collecting clothes outside as the babies cry. And the father rushing into the house, trying to calm them down.
Run, run, run. And now you'd see the bungalow. Once used to be such a lovely place when it was sunny. Now, it's a catastrophe. The house is flooded due to the blocked drains surrounding it. The children were complaining, ranting about how they hated the rain and wanted to get back to their swimming. Parents would be calling out for the maids for help as the flood gets worse. They call and call but the house is too big. No matter how loyd their voices are, pithy would be drowned into the sound of the rain pouring down.

No matter how hard we try, life will always be a pain in the ass. We can try to avoid problems, but that would just mean we aren't living life. No matter how big your house it, or how small, life will always come and give you hell. It's just the choices we make, the way we face the problems, that differs us. So why care so much when it's all gonna some back again? Just like the derelict, start off simple, finish untouched.