Life is "perception", defined by self-deception.

Dark places, call for darker sun glasses.

What the mind turns a blind eye to, the heart ceases to forget. Not of conscious choice, is this decision made. Reflex, perhaps? Though the action is not of conscious choice, does this mean it is of "necessity?" Possibly. This is a hard, definitive line to draw a focus on, when regret is a prevalent force, in human life. Suicide? How can this be deemed a "necessity" in one's perception, when the possibility of regret, is no longer a possible effect? But then again, what is one's true, "breaking point?" Every situation, and the perception of it thereof, is circumstantially "decided" by events, and the perception of those events, happening beforehand. Life. Life is perception. Flowers are either viewed as "dead" or "in their cycle." But, what is "perception" when one has no control, over their personal preferences? You can choose the role you play in your reaction, to the little girl be raped, but, you can not escape the fact, that it arouses you. So, in this life, defined by "perception" are we either pessimists, optimists, or realists? Or are we all, perhaps, putting on our "faces" to avoid the ever-nagging possibility, of what could've been? Not afraid of other's opinions, when you scream in your own head, to yourself  "THIS IS IT, I'M GOING TO JUMP!" Yet, terrified, after this silent stand, to say that you may have spoke to soon. What is this pressure? This ever-increasing, pressure? Even when we are alone, not another soul around, we decidedly, define our own actions, filter them as acceptable, or not, by our own standards. Is this paranoia, possibly someone, or thing... watching? Or, is it the great divide, we all feel within ourselves, manifesting, into its own being! Our sub-conscious, subtly tugging us, this way, and that. Why? Why Not? Do! Don't! Stay! Go!.... Eventually, you've found yourself, pencil to paper, trying to make sense of it all.