Love is not learned.

Tonight you said,
"The most brilliant people that have ever lived have ended their own lives."

How do I keep from sinking into that same psychology when the weight of everything I have never comprehended has gathered around my feet like drying concrete?

How do I push the pull from the other side?

Why, when we are farthest from the sun, do we feel the most desolate? Aren't we wired to be nomadic anyway? Are we really better off in our little boxes than traveling to a vitamin D filled paradise? Why have we done this to ourselves. Why have we let our fellow folks die on a cold street?

And why have we placed SO much value on monetary gains?

My brain is going to implode.