Why Do We Have Such A Finite

I Know Of People Who Don't Believe It, But Depression Is An Illness, But Unlike, Say, A Broken Leg, You Don't Know When It'll Get Better.

I Rang My Mother To Thank Her For Giving Birth To Me And She Said, "what Choice Had I? You Were In There, How Else Were You Going To Get Out?

Why Do We Have Such A Finite Capacity For Pleasure But An Infinite One For Pain?

Medically Speaking, There Is No Such Thing As A Nervous Breakdown. Which Is Very Annoying To Discover When You're Right In The Middle Of One.

Love And Kindness Go Hand In Hand.