Life is a glorious thing, we strive for happiness, though it evades us for the most part. Why then do we stiggle so hard for a emotional state? Why are we wired to seek it so instinctually that is becomes a incessant desire built upon the constant pain of previous failures?
What is it that makes life wonderful, joyous, happy, and glorious. There areany things that can be attributed to this, pain, hope, faith, failure and success, love, etc. And each holds their own meaning depending on who you ask. Life is existance and existance is pain. It is simplistically that, yes there is more to it, but think about it. For there to be life, it has to exist. And if it exists, there is some sort of pain associated with it.
The human perspective is broad and all incompasing you can't simplify it into just a few words, I understand that. However the human condition is in essence existance, I think therefore I am.
Life is a long journey we strive for happiness, and more often than not seek it in others, but riddle me this how can you make someone else happy, if you cannot make yourself happy? If existance is pain and life is existance, than by that logic life is pain, yet that is not exactly the case, now is it?
Upon thine tide time flows unyielding and ever marching, strive not for things unobtainable, let ye seek the pain of eons past.
Brought to you by the mind of a psychotic sapiosexual.
P.S: When asked what is wrong with me, I always respond with. "The better question is what isn't wrong with me."