The emptiness of life is the contradiction between need and gain, and pain lies here. People always look away and refuse to see what they have and what they can do. Humans love pain so much. This vaguely masochistic love is hidden in all kinds of emotional excuses. We complain that we don't have what we need, and we haven't tried so far. Freedom of speech is ashamed and joyous, as is equality between men and women.
Men's love is so superficial and changeable, and women are the deepest species who give everything in the name of love. This is because a man's love is pure, while a woman pretends to be innocent and loves a man for the most selfish reasons, but she just loves herself deeply. Most crybabies have too much love, too much sympathy, or too much imagination. Yes, love yourself, empathize with yourself, and imagine yourself a victim. Of course, those who love greatly sympathize with the suffering of this world and feel the pain of others. So do they often cry? They must also feel the many joys and short-lived happiness in this world. So in the end, those who see through are decidedly indifferent.
The world repeats sanely. If the passage of time is meaningless, this frivolous awareness is the best evidence of the nothingness of human existence. Of course, silence is not the most powerful. The realm of seeing a mountain as a mountain is the same as the argument of inaction. There are so many layers. It's not a big deal if you've ever been fooled by me, but it's really scary that I've been fooled by myself.
A truly fulfilled mind requires nothing but leisure and tranquility. So now I am silent but my fingers are flying and I am very empty.
Don't talk to me about the love in this world, talk to me about the inferiority of human beings and the suffering of survival. Violently smashed my hypocrisy, dug out my conscience and spit out a curse. Or as a minister, a slave, a brother, and a father to make me who you want.
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