Have you ever met a person whom, just by looking at him, you feel melancholic? Have you ever try to scratch someone else's surface, to look beneath and see the profundity, yet realises that you are incompetent of reading him at all?

Knowledge saps joy.

And it saddens me to know, and accept, that I'm on this pendulum of joy. I looked at him, and he evoked a subtle woefulness in me and I wondered, "How is that possible?"

My cheerfulness is all a facade, I know. But I want to disbelieve myself.
Life, is glorious.