I've spent the past hour fervently pondering selfishness, sacrifice, closeness of family,
economy, future, past, the importance of the present, knowledge, education, laziness, friendship,
culture or the lack thereof, loneliness, lines drawn that we might cross, the subjectivity of those lines,
right, wrong, hope, misery, pain, fear, happiness and the pursuit of happiness, contentment, and the most shockingly simple, yet overwhelmingly accurate statement describing the combined existence of them all: life is complex.

I feel like some poetic injustice rests in that statement.