The complete experience of being is complicated. In the absence of pain, pleasure is hollow.
So you are saying life is like a box of chocolates, eh Forrest?
No not like chocolates at all. If bite that yucky one with the pink stuff in it you can just spit it out.
YOu can spit it out but that awfull filling coats your mouth and makes the next chocolate taste bad.
Then you eat every chocolate in the next box like there is a bomb in it waiting to go off in your mouth. I guess life is like a box of chocolates after all.
I would thank you for listening to me, but sarcasm often seems to be lost on you.
