People are always complaining about the ifs and uncertainties of life. They like everything in concrete and if anything goes unplanned, they go insane, screaming obscenities from the rooftops.

They hate random, they detest the unpredictable, and they hiss at the uncontrollable.

I suppose they don’t realize the main concept of life.

The word “if” is in the middle of “life”.

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