Of idiosyncrasies and endorphins

So much comes and goes, so much for a beating heart, a numb brain and some coffee. When your life's been given a 360 it's difficult to wake up, reality might, at any point come and catch up. What you want you don't know, what you've got you don't know what to do with. Maturity is the belief in your experiences, judgment an illusion of choice. Nothing you do or ever did.

The mundane sun that rises, a trigger for life, no longer. It seems to insinuate at monotonicity that is life, the life we need, the same that kills. Compulsion is a feeling that is inside, obsession comes along. You do not understand yourself, the world judges you, but how? you wonder. Every little thing we do is scrutinized for we do it deliberately, that is what you think? We're not alone though, trust me.

All of us want different things from the life that is in control, yet we generalize. The irony of human behavior is the variation we see in people. There is no collective behavior, there is just acquired taste. This notion of similarity causes misinterpretation and as a result dissatisfaction.

Halt and think, why do i keep going this way?

Endorphins, the "hope" messengers, the illusion that it is. Time heals, endorphins doing the back-end work.

In addition to decreased feelings of pain, secretion of endorphins leads to feelings of euphoria, modulation of appetite, release of sex hormones, and enhancement of the immune response.

You're overcome, no more pain.

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