It’s a vicious cycle. How when we begin understanding ourselves or what makes us, we begin justifying or at least reasoning out why we’re going through what we’re going through. It’s that constant debate between logic and emotions. But not necessarily once figured out do we actively respond to logic. It is perhaps only consolation that we comprehend the reasons behind it.
In reality I’ve concluded that we find happiness only in things we can’t find happiness in. Because that’s what keeps us going, right? Because when we find perfection, it becomes mundane. There’s nothing more to it. And hence consequently no point. So cribbing out things we don’t have makes living a lot more interesting. The grass isn’t greener on the other side. We prefer it greener on the other side.
Anyway, so when we begin reasoning out our actions, we finally reach a point where we question why we’re questioning what we’re questioning. And why we can’t let things just be. There’s not much we can do about anything anyway. Aren’t we living just to pass time. So might as well go through the different phases – these are what compile into our days.
Balance. If we had that, things would perhaps just be.
