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11:04 AM
Thursday, November 25, 2010
So tell me, tell me.
It is really awkward writing with streams of students lining up behind me; I am seated in the immediate vicinity of the printer.

Anyway.

Human beings are strange. Or maybe it's just me. Why would any sane person want to be sad? To feel hurt? It should be a natural inclination to be happy. So events and circumstances bring us down, but to be sad because of afterthoughts and basically things that are going on in your head doesn't quite make sense. They aren't kidding when they said, you can't control what happens but you can control how you react to it. Of course this isn't absolute. There is no reason to be happy when you lose a loved one. But I guess, we shouldn't swim in this pool of misery and float about helplessly.

I just find it funny, how we know the right choices to be happy but choose to indulge in sadness. Is it a choice? Is it?