Life was never okay. But then it got better just to get worse. But all in all, life was better. Or at least it was better than now. No rush of adrenaline or anything. It had some hiccups but that is life. And it's all about peaks and valleys. Now everything is still the same but feels very different. The voices and visions in intense hues. It just feels like an unceasing cycle of misery and woe. Travelling and paddling but getting nowhere. Stuck in a tornado of vague recollection of past which just keep going incessantly in round and round.