Drama struck?

Are we, Am I really drama struck?

Are we really having trouble finding love, or are we just refusing to except it when it comes our way easily?
Are we just not satisfied when love knocks on our door?

Are we really not sure about what to do with life, or are we just to bored to realise that we already know?
Are we just refusing to accept the fact that in our/my case, it’s easy?

Are we really soul-searching? Or are we just passing time creating drama where there is none.
Are we really in conflict with our thoughts and feelings? Or are we just trying to make our lives more “exciting”?

Aren’t we, am I not, just (a) sadomasochist(s) who know(s) how to push our/my , own buttons, to make us/me feel confusion, hurt, sadness.

Agent smith: “We created the perfect world in which everybody could be happy, but the human race rejected the program. Humans could simply not accept the world without misery and pain.”

It does make you wonder…doesn't it?