It is a sad state of affairs when you're so fortunate and so well loved in all areas of your life that every little bit of nit picking has to be done by you and even you can find only yourself to blame. It must be nice, in purely an ungrateful hypothetical sense , to have something beyond your control to blame. Or if not nicer, I think someone should at least talk about the deep unhappiness that arises from the weight of perfect environments which lead to imperfect situations. You are lucky if your life is nice, but you aren't necessarily happy. I wish they would teach us this in school - train us to embrace routines and accept the passage of time as our destiny rather than imagining and waiting for euphoric moments of happiness which keep you endlessly hoping for repetition. Life is not a spectrum it seems - it is a straight line and you have to bow your head and keep moving ahead. This moving ahead can be colourful if your headspace is an imaginative oasis filled with dreams and made brighter by hope. Unfortunately, this headspace is what the world makes you tweak and refurbish on your journey for seeking the everlasting repetition of euphoria which is never within your grasp. How does one move ahead when the grey world you exist in is made all the more pronounced by the darkness of your mind ?