It's funny, this feeling of enjoyment or this feeling of pain or anything. I never get caught up in the moment because nothing lasts forever. And it's funny, I guess, because people attempt to extend the expiration date, or even worse, expect it to maintain. Why is that? They say insanity is the process of repetition, expecting a different outcome. But from experience, shouldn't we get it by now? I'm not sure what to think of this, this futile process. Does this define us as humans, faith in the slim chance of breakthroughs? Or is it our downfall? I don't know.
But I'll come back to this, again and again.
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