Why

Why are things soo beautiful.. especailly when you just you can't have them...
Why are humans wound up like this, with the yearn feeding itself till you lose pragmatism or your sanity
And why the hell are we not able to be wise and straight with the people we love and cherish... we have had enough practice at it with rest of the world!!!

Sometimes, despite all your best choices and all your best intentions... fate wins anyway. All you can then be is hollow!