Is it a gift?
Perhaps a curse.
I'm not sure.
Or maybe it isn't really that big a deal.
Could be so.
Are things really the way we see them to be? Are situations really that grim and depressing as we think they are? Or maybe the satisfaction of being a sadist is much more than the desire to live a normal life.
Whatever it is, it manages to remain a mystery to me.
At times I know the answers but the answer seems so simple that it sounds unreal to me. Am I being too paranoid or is it the world that's going haywire?
Are we the victims of our fickle minds that fails to see the truth or are we the failures arising out of our greedy desires?