Insanity

Isn't bad.
I think there's only two ways out of thinking. Going insane or sucking it up. I think I did the latter for the past 20 years or so. And insanity really sounds like a swell idea.
Or rather, how can you actually stay sane when you think. How can you watch the world, the little people with their limited minds (including yourself course), the damage done every minute and not go nuts.
I believed there had to be a purpose to everything happening. I tried to keep it simple. If it has happened it had to happen else it wouldn't have happened. And everything happening is something like a lesson, something you can learn from or get something out of. Something that makes you grow as a person and if you hadn't learned it would repeat itself till you had. That every bad you encountered was the way to teach you something, maybe not at that time, but later on, when enough time had passed for you to see (where course the passed time could be anywhere from 1min to 300 years). That in a way the ability to think was always a burden but also had a goal. And now, I'm just not so sure anymore. People that think aren't happy, can't be happy. And I don't mean they are naturally depressed. A depression is a state of mind.
I watched a dragonfly today. It landed on my book and sat there for a few minutes while I watched it, from every angle, before it flew off. I wasn't stunned with the beauty or something crap like that. It just was there and I watched and I wondered. It just lives, till it dies. A perfect living thing who apparently doesn't care if it has a purpose or not (one can never be sure I guess since I don't think any human has talked to dragonflies about their thoughts).
There is no way out for the thinking people. Always questioning the why and never be happy.