Sorry for those who decide to the easier things. Instead, the interesting of life are the hard ones, and this is what we usually do: love.
It brings the stoicism in to our memory, that relates passion to risks, and super-audacity to danger. But who not fall in love with little dangers? And what is the purpose of loving without risks?
Empathy for ourselves is vital. A bit of narcisism seems to be necessary, unless it becomes pathologic.
"To experience the surrounding enviroment, I have become a monster, and when I look forward to be alone, I find myself, In the darkness. And I hate monsters. Then I run, try to scape, but wherever I go, I will be there. All that left is memory destruction. Thus, by this time, I have lost the battle between ego and consciousness."
"Looking for anwers, I have turn my mind insideout. But what I have found out there were more questions. Now I have become exposed."
Once opened, we are allowed to stimuli experiences, then identities may be elaborated in develoment basis process. It could be considered a plagiarism of available trues?
Then we, as human being, can develop no new idea, or can, as average man, create little innovation, or as genius, deliver great and authentic progress to mankind.
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