h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

What's the use of fighting the windmills?
Why should I be happy anyway?
The higher I get the more it hurts when I fall. And I fall.
And I feel all the pain I have been so afraid of. Does this count as wishful thinking as well?

Everything is just an echo.
Reflection on the water.
See - it's gone. Water is still there though.

Without the pain you wouldn't know what bliss is

Without the sorrow you wouldn't know that happiness is

Without fighting you wouldn't know what peace is

...life would just be shallow, mediocre and trivial - no ups, no downs

Could be that you are right.

Still I wish I could throw a stone in that water and cut myself into tiny little pieces.

Sounds rather like breaking a mirror - doesn't that mean bad luck?

I have it all anyway.

Well, perhaps I have just all that I am worth of.
Who needs a mirror, broken or not? A nice and lovely painting could be far better. Who cares about honesty or pain?

One thing that I've found out regarding myself - I always feel more gloomy around midnight and in the very early hours of next day...

...go to bed, get some sleep... and check if you still feel the same tomorrow... uh - later today, I mean...

Sounds wise but under the circumstances... I have a fight going on here. In myself, that is.
I guess it could be dead easy to cut off all kind of loose ends, to forget about h2g2 at all, to kick all those loved folks out of my life and face the RL. I have been hiding myself from that for far too long time.
RL is strangling me and if I can't stand the pain then I usually try to make it worse. Somewhere there must be a breakpoint.
It would be unfair to blame anybody here. Perhaps it is my life, my destiny.

Mea culpa, mea obscura culpa.