That's called Balance

You was such a sentimental creature, making a fuss about anything creeping over you that was just imperceptible to you. Crying like a shit without any predicaments. Cried over the blue sky, the sun, the sunshine, the sunset, the sunrise, the moon, the cloud as if you're being bullied. You went to see a doctor even if you're not sick. You complained over everything that are different from you, making them as same as you but impossible in a result that you kept complaining.

But you smiled and even laugh when you're dying (Luckily you did it). It's such a balanced life.