Can’t stop coming back.

Is the ultimate quandary for human life that humans can’t make up their goddamned minds? First, we believe in one thing, then things change. Then we believe in another thing, then something comes up. Soon enough we have played for every single team. This can be described as a direct reflection of nature. Things are as they are, objective. Is our subjective and relative minds the only thing between us and the understanding that life is a series of events before death that are not connected in any way other than that they happen to us? What is subjectivity..