The Burden of the Gift

Everyday is a questionable affair.

It's easy to feel a sense of destiny but realize nothing at all is guaranteed.

The human mind is a creative force that can also deconstruct.

Full sanity is just a dream as the scars of the past never go away.

How does one go on after the point of no return has been reached?

Why do people pretend there is meaning in an indecent world?

What force in the world protects the body and mind from annihilation?

In a world where everyone seems like a hostage, it is only natural to want a way out yet, such a thought is treated as a mortal sin.

What kind of man is supposed to act in good taste in a rotten life?

Things get worse and it is because you've ignored the writing on the wall.

But let's not speak about any of that, let's ignore the situation and do something meaningless while the entire world decays.