Simply, humans.

We know so little, yet we try to live these over-complicated lives. Guided by the mysterious inner-workings of our so called personas, aiming at the goals we think we have set for ourselves, diverging between whether if doing the right thing is right or not, whatever that may mean. Choosing to fight for the "good" things in life like happiness, friendships and love, while neglecting the rest of the "bad" things such as sadness, solitude and hate. Deciding to invest our efforts in striving for an impossible life in which only the "better" half of human emotions are present, neglecting our other half. We're flawed since the very moment we are conceived, we get worse with every passing day, yet we also improve as we learn from our mistakes, and become what people like to call "savvy". But the end, we know so little, and here we are plotting our big schemas, making our big decisions, making choices, moving forward. In reality, we're helpless because we're trying to become someone greater than what any human could ever be, wasting our efforts in attempting to become flawless or perfect, instead of simply focusing on what we are, simply humans.