I glanced toward the window where rain traced uneven patterns against the glass in workplace.

Humans adore certainty.

That is why they cling so desperately to labels... good person, bad person, hero villain.

Simple words make the world feel manageable.

But reality has never possessed such elegance.

The man who donates to orphanages may destroy his family in private.

The criminal may genuinely love someone with frightening sincerity.

The detective pursuing justice may secretly enjoy the hunt more than the salvation itself.

Humans are contradictions pretending to be consistent.

That is why they fascinate me.