The trouble with the trouble... is the trouble in me.

Many times. Wondering "what's WRONG with me?"

Well, nothing is wrong. And never was.

If it were, I wouldn't have been where I'm standing right now.

I wouldn't have been breathing right now.

I wouldn't have been living this moment...

...which might seem unimportant and obscure.

...it ain't, though.

The questions of life should be asked at the end of it, for so unimportant is the reason we breathe, feel, taste, yet we make it look so tremendous, enormous, god and heaven-like, that we end up losing the whole meaning of it.

The reason why we may cry through experiencing vivid moments in life should not be questioned at all. We are not supposed to act in a way, there's no specific way that we should act, but we, people, are just so used to having a tape of what our life and personality and reactions should look like. They shouldn't. It's the feeling that decides the way it is meant to be expressed, and feelings are all different, changing even more when being in a person's certain type of character. People are people, but no people are strange. So I question you people... Why question the expression of a feeling that can hardly be expressed?