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Ağustos 2018 tarihinde katıldı
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Human beings are built to persevere. We have the fascinating ability to come to terms with the drastic changes of life. We modify, alter, and adjust… We live, because that’s what we’re made to do. To keep going on until the wayward forces of the universe stop us in one way or another.
Ultimately, that’s what life is. Living until you die.
The fake smile is so hard to hold sometimes, my entire body wants to collapse.
Walking ahead, looking ahead, even though the road ahead was a blank, even though you could only rely on force of habit to keep walking ahead One day, you would find direction in your own endless steps.
It just took a little patience.
Okur Takip Önerileri
Every day is a new day. It is better to be lucky. But I would rather be exact. Then when luck comes you are ready.
—The Old Man and the Sea
There was poison in your bones from the moment you were born.
Tragedy often makes people feel that it can’t be true. Then they’re unable to resist trying to get to the bottom of things, seeking an “explanation,” whether it’s their own tragedy or someone else’s. It's as if this way, they can draw a lesson from the mistakes of others to obtain an exemption from bad things.
Of all the deep negative feelings in the world, hatred for your own cowardice and powerlessness was always the most intense, the most bone-piercing.
Blood washes away dishonor.—The Count of Monte-Cristo
Fei Du was looking at him without blinking, as if he wanted to use his gaze to make an imprint of his outline and hide it in the deepest, darkest part of his heart, not letting anyone see.
‘If you gaze into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.’ I don’t know whether you’ve had that feeling. Sometimes I feel like I have a mental disorder and living is pointless.
Trauma can also change a person beyond recognition. Sometimes you look at other people, then look in the mirror, and you feel hollow inside. You think, how did I become like this? I don’t even recognize myself.
Ordinary people pursue things, nothing but houses, cars, careers, love, position, dreams. They’re busy every day, each one of them holding a bellyful of worries and happiness. Their worries are genuine feelings, and their happiness is sincere. They don’t know what ‘inconstancy’ is. They think that today is the same as yesterday is the same as tomorrow. They won’t think, ‘I’m only an ant sitting on a dead leaf floating in the river that can overturn any time.’
But you’re different. You can’t spend your days like that. You’re like a hen that’s had its feathers scared off by a firework and can’t lay eggs anymore.—You look at other people and think that all the things they’re pursuing are illusions. You can’t treat them as real. They can vanish just like that. You have nightmares every day. Your head is full of vain hopes. You’re irritable, worried, anxious for absolutely no reason…
And It doesn’t pass. These things never pass.
Why was it necessary to know the truth? There were some absurd truths it would be more comfortable to spend a lifetime in the dark about.
But I still want to keep trying. The days ahead are so long. Perhaps one day it’ll get better… Well, what if?
Sometimes, a person’s thoughts aren’t free, because external forces are constantly trying to mold you. They force you to accept mainstream tastes, force you to listen to whoever has the loudest voice—even if it doesn’t accord with your logic or your character, even if it’s entirely against your interests.
Because if you couldn’t be free, it was better to die.