i'm finding it difficult to discover a happy medium.

It seems as though the Thinkers are never content; they will think themselves to death. They look around them and realize no matter what they say or do, society will always be corrupt. They know true happiness is rarer than a rose in winter. Their senses are highly elevated, but they have nothing to feel. The Thinkers exist and feel nothing or too much. They have a higher understanding, but can never be truly happy. "Does anyone realize life as they live it? Every second? The saints and poets, maybe they do, some."

Then there are those who actually live. They go along with everything, they question nothing. And they are the satisfied. The content with the material things they have received. They love, they receive love. They live a mutual life with others. They do not stand alone. They are just happy, no questions asked.

So must you have understanding and be miserable all at once? Or sacrifice thought and reason and emotion for a happy life? Does any of this make sense? The more i think, the less content i become.

Its dark out. Or i'm just imagining it is.