Bemused over bewilderment .

Tying up loose ends isn't as fun as leaving them hanging.

Resolutions always leave me feeling empty, simply because they steal the sensation of having something to look forward to.

It can be understood that temporarily misplacing your keys can be a great inconvenience, but upon finding them, you're immediately swept with a feeling of dissatisfaction over having nothing to scour over.

Without panic, there's just silence. No alarm bells ringing in your head. No adrenaline goading you on to cross the finish line. No inspiration. No motivation.

We all need a bit of fury to keep us moving. Not too much, of course, lest we fall prey to the dangers of too much analysis and the deluge of anxiety that'd come our way as a result of that.

It's sad when you realize that the only thing that really gets you going is trouble.

It's twice as sad when you've got a face that can only ask for it.

Undoubtedly, you'd be absolutely livid with yourself if you couldn't find some form of inner peace all the time.

But would it be worth it when everything else is turned up to 11?