La vie est waiting. 2nd time.

Beijing can close its airport, and Air China can then leave me alone in Nanjing for another sleepless night.
Life doesn't make sense. Why should I go back for no reason and then leave for no reason and then be stuck in the airport for no reason, once again?
I must be crazy. I hate waiting. And I love waiting. I hate life. And I love life. Let the lightning shine and the aircraft cry. I love waiting here in the airport. I love the taste of instant noodle and I love the empty hall. I love the state of being half wake and half asleep.
Suddenly the engine waked everyone up. People were excited like refugees being saved. The aircraft landed and took off. Beijing, morning. Everything exactly like last time when I was in my town.
C'est la vie. And it just doesn't make sense. Well, it doesn't need to. There are APs waiting for me.