Is there a deliberate recklessness to this chaos? Did Adam bite into the forbidden fruit because he was flawed enough to know that not to bite into it would mean a life that was a little more ordinary and a little less messed up? Do we have a choice today, to choose to open Pandora's box, peruse its contents and effectively obliterate any chance of a blissfully simplified life, or choose to set the box aside and continue to ignore those half-suicidal maniacs who will eventually overthink themselves into madness?

What am I going on about? I see people everyday, in my own home. People who are satisfied with the world as it is presented to them. People who like to wear and accumulate shiny things and live within the preordained rules settled long ago by society. People who have blissfully uncomplicated lives because they decided, long ago, to set aside Pandora's box, to set aside questions of why they are here and simply survive. What haunts me is the image of others, geniuses in their own right, who thought too much, who chose knowledge and will inevitably have their souls crushed by the weight of that knowledge. They mock the blissful ones, but I know better than to think they don't envy them as well. So, the question remains, where do I fit in, and where can you draw the line between one and the other? Is it one book too many, one wrist slashingly depressing poem too many, one depressing truth too many?