Life is not what one expects.
It is full of more turmoil, chaos, unpredictability than anyone could understand before entering this life.

I see the life of a sociopath.
I work the life of a socialite.
I desire the life of a cynic.

But after the cards of dealt, the river played.
Who knows who the winner will be.
I do, cause it's all so god damn predictable.

Even my life has an already understood end, written in a book of the mind.
Along with all the events that shall occur hither to, it is so easy to see
with an open, clear mind. But from a point of a fresh, restricted perspective, it is so unpredictable.
I would almost rather live a life of pure knowledge, but then what excitement could I expect?

What sort of drama could I really appreciate if I already understood the ending, thereby seeing all the
events leading and resulting to the end. All understood, criticized and accepted as already occurring.

The entirety of existence can be seen from a single view.

Everyone is too blind (conceited, nostalgic, dependent) to see it.