Is it consciousness or the subconscious that rules over a person? What changes fate? Is it a routine that is repeated day after day? Or is it unforeseen coincidence and hardship? What is it that defines the kind of person we are? Is it disposition? Or is it ability?

Most humans are neither here nor there. They are but imperfect beings placed on the borderline. It may appear as though humans are ceaselessly seeking life's answers, but in truth, they only strive to resolve the anxiety in themselves.

/cherry blossoms