“Why is my life so complicated?!” groaned the exasperated, fed up girl with a high ponytail and jumpers.
“Life is a maze. It tries its best to confuse you, to make you lose your way. But that’s the thing. That’s what it is about. If the maze is easy, it would be too boring, it would lose its purpose.
A maze is not a maze until it
And life is not life until you have fun in finding the way.” said the other part of same girl with half moon specs and all-knowing eyes quietly.