Life is theater. Such thoughts invade me when stirring tea. But it could get me anywhere. At work, school, tram, bus or on the street. During the settlement of their physiological issues or in-store shopping. This time it happened to me at tea. What do I mean? One might say that I spilled all thoughts from your head to the cup and mix it so it. I do not pomyliłby too much. They are often twisted and even contradictory, but I can combine them and make them coexist.
pain and sorrow. There is no such thing. Pain is just existential and selfish imagination. We want people sympathized with us, why we suffer. We go, or we think that is wrong. But until you get used to everything, even to rape. To the fact that we live in a psychopathic family, or pathological too. You can even get used to own a toxic person. You can accept it, but it is not synonymous with tolerance, because we do not like it. Well, unless someone is a masochist ...
That is why life is theater. We play everything, everywhere. Starting with a smile after his own life. All this one, great imagination, exaggerated in our head, which requires you to look through the prism of the bottle. A bottle as the bottle, everything distorts.
can also say that since there is no sadness and pain, there is no joy ...
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People are inherently evil. Why? Maybe it's because they are so, or such like to be. Even the good done by them it is not gratuitous. Those who believe in God or their gods, do good, to secure a place in heaven. An atheist who does good, also is not disinterested. Makes them to be able to die in peace and say,
"No ... I'm fucked fucking life." -bullshit!
Each destroys life itself, more or less. I say more, destroys the lives of others that had no chance anyone better than him. All we care about self-interest, we are all fucking selfish and us with it. You can not hide, such is human nature. Thus niszczmy, subjected to destruction, kills himself as better able to kill others.
opened the window and the fog flew into the room. Not normal, ordinary, normal, but the nicotine ...
Mr._
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