I find that as one grows up, one's heart gathers experiences just like a fishing net, slowly sifting through Life's many events and occurrences - Not only from oneself, but also from those around him or her. Usually, the good ones are caught. And the bad ones? They're those pesky little barnacles that you'd want/have to scrape off lightly, or risk breaking the net. It's that little subtlety that Life takes pride in.
Someday, that net might just snap, and this torrent of feelings will pour into a sea of emotions - A sub-collective cornucopia of repressed agony and unhappiness that Society has contributed to all these time. Will the individual then submit himself in acquiescence, or would he try to fight for his own happiness?
