In love I found more of humanity than in the violent aggression of erratic behaviour that plagues me; to love is to live, may we all do so.

It is rather weird in essence anyone understanding you has to be able to comprehend a form of your outer consciousness, the expressive formation of actions and speech that display who you are, in itself a task of extreme difficulty. But yet we still expect more and how could anyone understand you deeper or more intimately when even you yourself do not?

Don't ever let anyone tell you what you can or can't do, it is incomprehensible for one human being to imagine another completing a task that they deem impossible or themselves are incapable of; besides, it's far more satisfactory knowing you tried and failed than to regret never attempting at all.

It's natural to want to walk the path of least effort, but the path of least effort bears bitter fruits.