Sometimes I feel like my life really is just a movie.

In so many movies, there are those perfectly timed twists, but I always seem to run into them.
Is it a surprise or panic? Still, I’ve already accepted it.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m
a person who’s put on for the entertainment of higher civilizations.
They watch me from outside the screen.
Sometimes they even make adjustments to my life.
Somehow, I end up in terrible misfortune for no reason at all—it’s laughable, but I’m left looking utterly miserable.
Sometimes, too, there are scenes where I finish tidying myself up and then burst onto the stage, dazzling and stealing all the attention.
I often run into violent conflicts like those in movies, and everything gets resolved.
I’m also favored by Lady Luck. I get benefits beyond imagination.
Like a cockroach, no matter how many setbacks I face, no matter how hard you try, you can’t kill me.
I treat the world and my life like a game.