There's so much to think, do, say, love, hate, laugh at or cry for, learn, complain, interpret, manipulate and the like, yet we all keep ourselves stuck to only one of its kind. The kind that fulfils our desires and eventually, calms are famished soul. Step by step, we experience on our own and choose for ourselves. Some experiences do hurt but we learn from them too. Learn things which happiness or its companions cannot promise to teach. You know, the bitter things. Or the real taste of something we're all going through now, life. Furthermore leading us to a path we didn't even know existed though continued to imagine about. Turns out, some things are better left to experience on our own for its value cannot be explained by others. Especially, the ones who have failed to realise it. The lot that denies to admit the importance of such consequences. Consistently enough, our instincts finally put an end to this wandering and that's when, ultimately, everything makes sense.
