Simplicity is nowhere to be found, when the mind is uncapable of comprehending life itself.
Such bizarre emotions are then brought into the picture, what exactly are we feeling? Could happiness or love be nothing but a simple adrenaline rush? If so, we could have been deceiving ourselves all this time. Once in a while, I think we do believe, blindly, that we are feeling all this.
But yet again, our brains would never define the true meaning of life.
It's just strange, how curiousity could lead us to question why we even exist.

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