Sometimes death feels like an easier option, to escape from all and any human interactions. No one ever appreciates what you do for them. But they precisely remember your faults from the past. They carve them into their memory, to remind you what a terrible person you are. The carved scars are never left behind. What’s the point in life, when every bone in your body is carved with scars of your past by everyone and for that, you are forever scarred with past mistakes. Mistakes are too kindly said. If it were mistakes, forgiveness would follow. But the human heart doesn’t possess values to forgive. Nor forget. It does the opposite. It opens up a memory lane, to remember what bad things you have done. It’s like a hard drive. A hard drive with a memory that only saves memories of the bad characteristics of you, and puts a virus every good thing you do.