In order to die, we must live. In order to heal, we must pain. In order to feel, we must be numb. In order to see, we need to be blind. In order to speak, we need to quiet. In order to listen, we must talk. In order to learn, we need to be unrefined. In order to be dirty, we must be clean. We love the things we give away. We were once sad if we are happy. We were once bad if we are feeling better. In order to live, we must die. In order to love, we feel dislike. In order to eat, we must be hungry. In order to be calm, we experience anger. In order to understand, we become confused. In order to become confused, we must know. In order to cry, we must feel. In order to walk, we must stand. In order to sit, we must stand. In order to breathe, we must exhale. In order to run, we must walk. There is nothing in everything. Life is living, feeling, breathing irony. There’s a counter action to everything we do, feel, think, experience. I’m tired of life countering my actions in which are bigger and weigh more upon my mind than the original “good” action. I don’t know anything.