Sometimes you just let the world do its thing. You let it steal away some things from you, exhaust you and wear you out. It gives you identity yet it constantly changes you in various overlapping personalities. It makes you trapped in a maze where you eternally seek for the sole exit. And sometimes, just because you are scared and tired, you’d find the best corner you would call your own in one of the many dead-ends you’ve thrown yourself into.
Best things happen,too. And you’re just glad the world doesn’t run out of those stuff. And so you hang on to every bead of it. Tight. Real tight. That sometimes, it isn’t right anymore. Whatever is in excess may still be healthy as long as it doesn’t go over the threshold. if it reaches the optimal point, then you just have to either hang in there or better yet loosen up that grip a bit, because if you go way beyond that point, it leads you nowhere but to yourself who is all smothery and needy and crazy. And who, in his normal line of thinking, would want that? No one, of course.
There’s a wide range in understanding things. But there are also various emotions you could feel as you thrive and survive.

And so: