Logic

Men are always contradictory; our hearts don't seem to correspond with logic.

We want to ride on high waves when our lives sail smoothly in an ocean which has nothing but serenity. We put colours in an unstained sheet of monogamous-coloured paper. We choose to defy the odds, turning our backs against the routes predestined for us. We bring ourselves close to what was called the mistake by our ancestors without any confidence in rewriting the history, silencing the onlookers. We drive deep into the dark, knowing of the slim chance of finding the light at the end of it.

This is the nature of men and this is the logic about our nature.