The symmetry of reality.
The misery of often and easily letting others laugh; yet never, no matter the effort, causing anyone to smile.
The tedium of tallying others’ vices, then claiming the avoidance of such as one’s sole virtue.
The agony of endless excuses for fearless failure, yet no single story of rising to success by rejecting all temptations from that low-hanging fruit.
The living-death of revolving hunger-strikes within a mind addicted to brightly blinding prism cells.
The earned symmetry of reality.