Freedom stocked like a convenience-store snack is the bit I'd defend in any argument. That's how most of it gets sold.
I want none of that...
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Freedom stocked like a convenience-store snack is the bit I'd defend in any argument. That's how most of it gets sold.
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Waking up each morning is not like falling from the sky.
To go out without a "Why"—
—a "Why" to justify your interaction with everything—
is a waste of time.
A waste of time that, in any case,
you will inevitably end up losing
beyond all remedy.
Can the world be mine?
And can I be happy?
Really?
No one ever tells you this
with any real sincerity...
"Yes, of course!"
"Do your part; notice the miracles in the smallest details."
"Be grateful for the sunlight and the sky."
"It’s an attitude, rather than an end in itself."
"It’s simple."
"Keep your heart wide open."
And yet, when you look at the world,
you realize it isn’t true;
happiness—attaining it—
is extremely complicated.
And you are left alone,
and you go mad,
and you become sad about everything.
That is the result
of refusing to accept the "freedom" that is the herd’s prison—
a freedom bought for a modest price,
where everything is like a convenience-store product,
always within easy reach.
And what about me? I want none of that...
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Every one of those quoted pep talks is what people say right before they change the subject. The sunlight one especially. Whoever says it has never had to make it work on a wet Tuesday.
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Freedom stocked like a convenience-store snack is the bit I'd defend in any argument. That's how most of it gets sold.
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Waking up each morning is not like falling from the sky.