One day you are so mean.
You see everything in bad light.
The tongue tastes bitter.
There is no good guy in the world.
Everyone is so selfish.
Everything is so disgusting.
You just carry on.
No love, no pleasure.
Life is just a grind.
Another day, Everything is just fine.
You just pardon everybody, including yourself, for all your misdeeds!
Everything has a reason. You are so benign.
Nobody's selfishness touches you.
You can be so aloof,
Nobody can touch you,
Nobody can harm you.
Is it the body at the roots? or, is it the mind that determines?
Or, is it some spirit, something supra-natural, beyond human comprehension?
Somebody decides your day?