Sometimes

Sometimes I have trouble excepting reality is really what it is. I see things out of the corner of my eye, or I have to look at things twice to figure out what it really is. I mean, I think we all want thereto be something else. Something more exciting than just... Being human. Something bigger than us. But is there? And how will we know? Will we find out when we die or simply disappear without ever knowing? I truly don't understand sometimes how the fabric of reality holds itself together. Sure, we could get into all that science-y stuff but isn't it more fun just imagining? I'm not sure I want there to be something else, but the fact that there isn't just makes life so... Boring. And plain. Sort of like vanilla ice cream. It's good, but if you could add stuff to it, would you? Most people would say yes, so let's say you get chocolate chip ice cream instead. Well if that's all you could have ice cream flavor wise, you wouldn't want it anymore, would you?

I guess this is why I have trouble with life sometimes.