because enough is never quite enough
It is so easy to just sit here.
To think, and sit, and think, and sit.
Staring at the ceiling and I feel dead alone.
Lost, but I know where I belong.
What is the problem?
Is there a problem?
Life is always about defining, and learning,
and winning, and losing, and living, and dying.
What's the point?
What's enough? like the song says.
I want to find the answers.
But I don't even know what the questions are.
"If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing
would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And
contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would.
You see? It would be so nice if something made sense for a change."
- Alice In Wonderland
If life is the question, what is the answer?