“Want to change? Accept what you are.”
“Meaning of life? Get laid and do a little bit of something for others. Then die. Good luck.”
“You are so perfect, butter.”
“You are destined to suffer. Accept it and eat a melon with profound appreciation.”
“And if you pick a story. If you pick your bullshit. Make that bullshit real. You are like Socrates? Be a perfect form of him.”
“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.”
“Desire to connect. That is what really drives you the most. So sad. So beautiful. So human.”
“You are fine discarding your calluses. But they are part of you. When is it okay to get rid of one part of oneself?”
“Loneliness. To escape it for a moment, sometimes we will sacrifice anything.”