Insanity has never been explained so well. People go crazy and yet it still could not be fully explained. Sometimes we start from feeling nothing at all and caring about nothing in the world; but then when some instances occur, our world just stops and this causes us to float all the more into a world of nothingness and eventually we realize that we've been blinded by the void that we've been in for the past few years, and we see that we have difficulty in bearing even life's smallest problems. How can one be so patient with the life one has lived and how could one bear to lose all his pride for things that other people cannot even see is worth of all that sacrifice. When does one fully understand how he or she is supposed to be valued when there is no pride left to begin with in this evaluation. But what then is pride, but a hindrance to what may have been or what will be if not for its existence? What then is trust if pride is all we think of? We could always be proud of who we are or what we've become; this does not imply that we could not give up some of our pride one way or another. Life has always been complex; values have always been allocated for each and every paradigm of our lives. That's why we are called human.