Mundane.

Some people tell me that I have a rather sick sense of humor, and that I make normal things seem much more depressing than they are. It’s not really my fault, though. Every modern thing we have and know of has a tragic back story. There is little beauty in the mundane things that people do or that we have, whether it be our own sense of joy, or the act of sweeping our floors. There is beauty in the tragedy of life. The desperate grab for good things to happen to us, and trying to avoid death, though it is impossible. We do not strive for simplicity. We strive for the extraordinary, even if the extraordinary things are the ones that lead to the mundane practices. To understand ourselves is to understand the series of misfortunes and mishaps that lead to our creation. There is no fault in finding the humor hidden behind the clouds that blind us.