wanderer

People who refuse to muster appropriately self-protective territorial responses are laid open to exploitation as much as those who genuinely can't stand up for their own rights because of a more essential inability or a true imbalance of power.

Everything is simple, if you arrange the facts methodically.

It's not what we don't know that gets us in trouble. It's what we know for sure that just ain't so.

Nothing makes us so lonely as our secrets.

When your life's pursuits are determined purely by self-gratification, when truth warps into a cartoon of self-serving assumptions, when all beliefs and principles are lost in a sea of nihilism.

The opposite of happiness is hopelessness, an endless gray horizon of resignation and indifference. It's the belief that everything is fucked, so why do anything at all?

One day, you and everyone you love will die. And beyond a small group of people for an extremely brief period of time, little of what you say or do will ever matter. This is the Uncomfortable Truth of life. And everything you think or do is but an elaborate avoidance of it. We are inconsequential cosmic dust, bumping and milling about on a tiny blue speck. We imagine our own importance. We invent our purpose -- we are nothing. Enjoy your fucking coffee.

How could you tell someone, in good conscience, to "have a nice day" while knowing that all their thoughts and motivations stem from a never-ending need to avoid the inherent meaninglessness of human existence?

I have tried to live my life such that in the hour of my death I would feel joy rather than fear.