That is the moral of this story, kids. No matter how many people try to stomp on your happiness, you have the power to do whatever you want with your life.
The world is still new . . . it seems old to us, but only seems because our lives are so short . . . our human race has been around for such a brief amount of time that the universe hasn't had the chance to detect us yet. One blink is all it needs to miss our dance through actuality.
Closing your mind to religion is no different than the close-mindedness that religions can cause.
Maybe I’m drunk right now, even though I don’t remember drinking anything. When I’m drunk, I say things without thinking. Drinking numbs you from your ability to reason. It makes you forget your own character and become a crazy. Maybe I am a crazy now; I’m going through so much chaos these days that reality is hard to grasp.
When I say something like "back when I was in high school," I usually mean: "back when I was supposed to be in high school.
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