“Loved. Being accepted for what we are. We are seeking for this confirmation. So desperately. And if randomness rewards us with that at some beautiful brief moment, we just take it for granted, we take it as a new reality of ours.

Forever miserable.

Forever wanting more.

We are addicted to suffering.

We do not want to escape it.

That is what makes us unique.

We think.

But it does not.

It just makes us one of many.”