Thursday, December 2, 2010

Day Eighteen

I hate walking through town and seeing happy couples, hand in hand, arms intertwined. Happiness is subjective. You're only happy if someone else is miserable because there's an inbalance. If we were all happy, then no one would be sticking out from the crowd, ergo, no one would be comparatively happy.

The world should be just shades of grey without flashes of colour. Because then we all would be blissfully ignorant of the fact that things could be better.

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