i find it remarkable how the spectrum

of humanity ranges from such extremes

that the mind can hardly fathom it

then actuality of what humanity is is never clearer

than witnessing it at its worst.

it's continuous darkness and sad truths

well kept skeletons in dank closets

unhappiness unknown by any other creature

other than its creator.

my life has been a plethora of sorrow

collections of tears and failures

darkness in all his indefinable terms

yet the simple truth is that it is better

for us to go through the sorrow.

albeit better is subjective to the sufferer

suffering is simply a part of humanity

part of our identity. 

so to even say that humanity is for joy

and existence is for pleasure

it is leaving the book half read

or the letter half written.