It’s just way too easy to be happy.
You think that maybe, if being scared, cold, and completely alone
with yourself can be a victory, then things will be okay. Now, all you can
see ahead of you is the ways in which you will reinvent, rebrand, and
reconstruct. And you won’t be too sad when all of that has been torn
down in time as well, because it’ll be beautiful really, like living ten thousand lives as ten thousand different people, and all in the span of a few
lousy decades. Being just one thing – forever – would be the real tragedy.
Right? Right.
This is good.
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