It is the dilemma I hate. It is the loss of innocence that bothers me the most.
When I was a child, things were simpler. You played because it gave you fun. You cried because it gave you pain.
Now you neither enjoy nor despair. I am located at the center of a circle with an undetermined radius. I dream nowhere, neither do I expect anything.
Life has surprises. But I am tired of it. Who knows? I could be happy if everything was monotone. Surprises increase the level of stress you encounter.
It gives you pleasure from time to time. But at the same time, your expectation gets higher. The limit of enjoyment approaches zero as time goes by.
