Like a double-edged sword, it cuts both sides.
Like a rollercoaster, sometimes you are up and sometimes down.
Like an onion, you cry when peeling but once cooked it's sweet.
Like an egg, so fragile when raw but stout when boiled.
Like a potato, it transitions from tough to tender when cooked.
Like the road, sometimes bumpy, sometimes smooth.
Like a teacher, it imparts in us knowledge.
Like clay, you can mould it to what you would want.
Like art, it is different in every eye.
Like time, it doesn't wait for you.
It exists only in its original form, it can't be duplicated.
It comes once.
It is life.
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