Lack

I have a headache. I sit and browse; I pick up my Faulkner; I scan and yawn. I explore what this machine allows me to access and the tightening pulls of a headache rollercoaster through the jumble of nerves between my ears. I'm unable to concentrate and everything seems as if it's happening two seconds too slow. I pour caffeine into my body hoping the world's grip will release at its presence, but the world never stops pulling. The antithesis is always there. For every morsel of sweet satisfaction, bliss, drive I own, there is always its counter. Do we suppress the face of negativity, do we hide it, throw it away? Can we destroy it somehow? Is there a way to embrace evil, tucking it away in our subconscious so that we can live carefree? My problem is not appreciating the wonders I have; it's ignoring my faults.