September 22, 2012 saturday - 17:22

You're always unhappy and you always want to escape, go somewhere else, be someone else. You dream of getting away from it all, lying in the sun on a beach somewhere, or dissolving in the rain on a cobblestone street, or falling into the music in a cavernous club.

But you can't, really. No matter where you run, no matter how many new lives you begin, you'll still be unhappy in the end. It's not the life that's the problem, it's you.

Why don't you just make the best of what you have? It's not so bad after all.

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