Would the inherent goodness of mankind ever translate to enough understanding that we may move through life without inflicting on each other these daily nuisances? Would you be able to see the value of your own self through the eyes of your neighbour, without strife? Why do you need the fight, why do you need the powerlessness you seem to crave?

When we step outside of ourselves we seem to learn more about ourselves, considering that we are obviously the most important people we know, yes, even you – you would think that we would have learnt this lesson a long time ago. What about the clown who walks around making people smile, regardless of the day he is having? The sadness he carries around, the uselessness he fosters inside of himself? Then he turns around and helps me find my feet. Why would he do this? Is his belief system fortified to include even me and my petty concerns? It’s a good thing, though, that he can still see the blue sky for me, for everyone around him, but it bothers me that I am the only one he gets to unload to.

Once we’ve grown accustomed to facing our nightmares, do they move along finding some other hapless traveller to torment? Might they morph into something different, some extra facet we didn’t think previously now shackled to us until we’ve come to terms that dealing with them is indeed the only way to get rid of them?