*Come to think of it, I'd say it's rather commonsensical.I have a feeling that this would be a juicy debate in philosophy though I'm well aware that it's highly incomprehensible in the end.So yeah...
At times, keeping sanity makes me feel incomplete. Thinking is one way of proving sanity. But when you tend to think too much, you'll miss almost all the good things in between; too busy contemplating on something and you're totally absorbed in it and you don't realize you're forgetting the rest of the world. Trust me, the fact that you even forget to breathe while doing so will pass unnoticed.
Reaching the utmost perfection is an unnecessary torment and I just realized that.It might as well lure you to pure insanity. Pure insanity offers a two folds deal. One will take you far up high and inspire you to do great things.The other one quite the contrary, leads you to instant damnation. In my case, the latter one is more likely.I envy those who are insane. It is not my intention to taunt or discriminate those who are unfortunate, but considering the state of not displaying the conventional sanity is indeed tempting.
Sanity is an acceptable madness.
Life is about choice, right? So, I guess I'll just choose.
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