Isn’t it interesting, how the things we want are so often not what we need; yet our minds and hearts so desperately require them? Irony? Yes, in a sense, but more paradoxical in essence. It’s possible to love to hate and hate to love, to hurt to heal and to lie in defense of the truth. It’s possible to appreciate our enemy more than our friends, and to find familiarity in the face and voice of a perfect stranger. Like the notion that what is good for us cannot possibly taste good, akin to the salty flavour of our happy tears. There are opposite parallels that impossibly come together to delimit the complex spectrum of the reality set by the individual. It is also interesting how these contradictions give us a perfectly clear understanding of what it means to be human.