Life is a metaphor.
It doesn't always make sense.
Sometimes it's bad.
It's painfully misused or annoyingly inaccurate and just makes you want to give up and stop reading.
Other times it's fine and dandy,
but just a little too complex,
to the point it all just seems ridiculous
and you just can't suspend your disbelief that much.
Occasionally it relies too much on an in joke that the audience doesn't entirely understand which just makes everyone a little confused and detached from the whole.
Most of the time, it sounds good until you actually think about it.
When put under close scrutiny,
it all seems to come crashing down around you and makes you wonder why it ever seemed reasonable in the first place.
Sometimes though, it's perfect.
Sometimes it works beautifully, poignantly, and exactly like it should.
When it's one you've written,
it makes you feel proud and satisfied with your work.
When it's someone else's, it either leaves you in awe of their talent or depressed that you can't live up to their standards.
It doesn't always make sense.
Sometimes it's bad.
It's painfully misused or annoyingly inaccurate and just makes you want to give up and stop reading.
Other times it's fine and dandy,
but just a little too complex,
to the point it all just seems ridiculous
and you just can't suspend your disbelief that much.
Occasionally it relies too much on an in joke that the audience doesn't entirely understand which just makes everyone a little confused and detached from the whole.
Most of the time, it sounds good until you actually think about it.
When put under close scrutiny,
it all seems to come crashing down around you and makes you wonder why it ever seemed reasonable in the first place.
Sometimes though, it's perfect.
Sometimes it works beautifully, poignantly, and exactly like it should.
When it's one you've written,
it makes you feel proud and satisfied with your work.
When it's someone else's, it either leaves you in awe of their talent or depressed that you can't live up to their standards.
