There’s a fine line between tranquility and boredom and between boredom and depression.

Nothing makes a person want to break a window like serenity.

The same thing that can pacify us will smother us to death.

Where’s the line?

Or is it a when?

Is peace something we can only stand for a limited time?

A human compulsion for turbulence.

Somewhere deep in our reptile brain we need to feel like we are fighting for this life.