Sometimes it gets so frustrating, the monotony of life. Maybe it's because we have engraved in our minds the notion that life is short. The truth however is that life is of an appropriate time period, not too long or too short. It's just that happy moments end too soon and melancholy seems to drag on forever.
We love each day worrying if the things we do are worth doing. I don't know how to look at this. It's blatantly confusing and it seems like it has no solution at all
