Try to be normal. Normality reassures. But it is also an embalming process. Unfortunately, from an early age, we learn that adapting to contexts is a beautiful thing. The others are quieter, because in this way we are more predictable and controllable. It may be more interesting to start wondering if something really amuses us. Even if everyone does so, it may be that the real pleasure for us is not there at all.
Real pleasure or cliché?
Get angry. So we feel stronger, we make ourselves respected, we are feared. How much bullshit. Aggressiveness is needed when we need to save our skin (I've already written about it here). Then that's enough. Sarcasm, criticism, quarrels. Nobody's life is improved by one gram. They make us repulsive. The others, and they are right, will stay away as much as possible.
In reality, duty serves pleasure. Not vice versa. The bills must be paid. But to have a face like this below. If I don't live like this, better shoot yourself in the head.
First duty and then pleasure. So I'm sure, quiet. Happy?
In reality, duty serves pleasure. Not vice versa. The bills must be paid. But to have a face like this below. If I don't live like this, better shoot yourself in the head.
A smiling person, somewhere in the world
Smiling, not happy. Happiness falls into the category of words that really mean nothing. People are not "happy": they smile. Smiles exist. And they leave very little room for speculation and discussion. Not putting the smile at the top of the priority scale is perhaps the maximum bullshit. The fundamental error. The best way to devastate existence.
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