You have to maintain a fine balance between hope and despair.
World can be a bewildering place,and dreams and ambitions are often paths to the most pernicious of traps
Time had changed the magical to mundane
The carnage upon the chessboard of life, left wounded humans in its wake
...the face has limited space. My mother used to say, if you fill your face with laughing, there will be no more room for crying.
In the broad sense, as a processing of everything one hears or witnesses, all fiction is autobiographical - imagination ground through the mill of memory. It's impossible to separate the two ingredients.