Because you're you.

There is only so much in life that one can grasp, and thus suffice to say- only a part of that that one can consider important. Does life simplify as I age, or entangle itself in it's own weaving?

While melancholy on the whole has left me, I now wonder if this blankness is preferable, or not? One is never satisfied where they are. The straight haired people want curls and the curly haired people want rebonding. Everyone wants green grass. So, to break the mold I have decisively entered into an up down state containing both the doldrums and the manic highs. Bad!