Questions that spiral into a huge void that conquers majority of my mind. Sensibility is hard to maintain with the labyrinthine of melancholy.
Why do we get caught up in something bad yet instead of stopping the ripple, we create a huge one that hurts people who weren't even a part of it?
Why do we feel so hurt that we forget how it's wrong to make others feel the same way, to make us feel less sorry for ourselves?
Why do we hurt others to feel less miserable yet make more beings lament?
Why do we cry harder when it's not even us who was hurt but someone we care about?
Why can't I understand sadness?
I want to be happy yet here I am, so experienced with every kind of sufferings instead of mirth.
When all I want is something so simple, yet I seem to fail because I'm too caught up on comprehending why.
Why am I always tormented by seemingly trivial matters, to others?
Why do I always choose the opposite of what I really want?
When will I ever choose happiness over my curiosity of the reasons why I always feel sad?
When will I know why I'm crestfallen?
And when will I be truly happy?
All thoughts came into a halt, once unconscious. And with no conclusion, the mind wanders further.
Maybe I'll get lost in this depth of sadness, one day. Oh how the human mind works, even at its weakened point, it strives to achieve eudaimonia.
Eudaimonia, a human's final goal.
To strive to be happy.