That’s the thing about life.
Sometimes the bad hits you, and sometimes the good hits you.
And when i say "hits", i mean it really hits you, like multiple tiny punches at your mind, heart or body, depending on what part your bothered or pleased at.
But your never permanently and consistently hit by good from a point forward.
Our biology or psychology, no matter what you’ll attribute it to, will always find something that could be
better. Maybe that’s what makes us people. The fact that dogs and cats and every other animal
is happy just doing what they do, but we want more, we want a different better thing
no matter how frequent the good hits that come with this current thing are.
Who, or what, fucking knows. Or ever will know for that matter.