Incomprehensible

What do you do when you're having a bad day? Find some way to vent it out? Or try your best to harbor it in?

And why is it that sometimes, we try so hard yet to realize that nothing is turning out the way we want it to be? And the more we try, the worse it gets.

Why does there always have to be at least one bad day in a week? Why can't things just fall into place smoothly, for once?

They say that the longest journey in life is the journey inward. Well, what if that's a never ending journey? Will you actually reach the end, then? Is there even an end to begin with?

I just don't get it.