” When I was young, I asked more of people than they could give: everlasting friendship, endless feeling. Now I know to ask less of them than they can give: a straightforward companionship. And their feelings, their friendship, their generous actions seem in my eyes to be wholly miraculous: a consequence of grace alone.”
“One cannot live with truth -– “knowingly” –, he who does so sets himself apart from other men, he can no longer in any way share their illusion. He is an alien -– and that is what I am.”
Existentialism…
I just wrote a whole lot of heartfelt thoughts. Bothering thoughts… and they got erased. It was probably cathartic nonetheless.
Everything seems so inescapable. Life is absurd.
William Dare 