Happiness isn’t a mood, Its a way of life.

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The clear awareness of having been born into a losing struggle need not lead one into despair. I do not especially like the idea that one day I shall be tapped on the shoulder and informed, not that the party is over but that it is most assuredly going on—only henceforth in my absence. (It’s the second of those thoughts: the edition of the newspaper that will come out on the day after I have gone, that is the more distressing.) Much more horrible, though, would be the announcement that the party was continuing forever, and that I was forbidden to leave. Whether it was a hellishly bad party or a party that was perfectly heavenly in every respect, the moment that it became eternal and compulsory would be the precise moment that it began to pall.

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Reality is incredible, reality is a whirlwind. What we call reality is a false god, the dull eye of custom.

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'Cool' is a transformative compliment. It breaks down more walls than complimenting features. You're born with your nose. It's whatever. An attitude is acquired by stimulus and response. So when you call a person cool, you're acknowledging that they have a certain power over their situations, that they have a bit of that divine stride that hints of greater agency. People want to be cool more than they want to be rich and there's a reason and it's not shallow. It means they have a composite strength that intoxicates a room. So you call people cool, watch them change. I mean it doesn't work for saturated spazzes, some people just dig staying stuck, but for an awful lot of people, they just want to know someone sees their identity, that they have presence. Dig that truth.

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…because if you can make yourself happy in the rain then you’re doing pretty alright in life.

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The Great Beauty

I now fully understand that living is imagination. Your life does not exist, because if something is real there would be physical evidence to support its existence. If there is no physical evidence or symptom, then the story, the emotion, the facts are just thoughts and imagination. Something that can never be grasped in your hands. Nothing will remain after you die, moreover it could not truly exist in the first place, since the truth will never be confirmed for certain- they can only be hunches. Even if you achieve a sort of “immortality”, such as genetics, fame, academia, art, politics or monarchy, these products will softly die away. They may lose their way in history or memory, or it may survive for decades, but no remaining skeleton will survive planets colliding, the human race dying and the universe simmering and imploding on itself. No finite design can be associated with the infinite, because infinity does not exist.
This means that your life is not real, 
because if a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?
"But I am living my life? I am experiencing my life, therefore it exists and it is real."
Yes, but you are the only one experiencing your existence, no one else is, therefore how do we know for certain that it is true, that it is real, that it exists in a true reality? And why should anyone believe in your reality if they are never able to experience it? This is not the problem, because we know the answer: we will never know what truth exists. What we do realise however is that the source of your life, the reason why it exists, is because of our minds, or more specifically our imagination. You are completely imagining your life, you have created the world within your mind that no one will ever experience. So if you want to change your life, use your mind and you can change it.
Do not be scared of death. Your life does not exist, it is only a role play. Death does not exist because life does not exist. We need opposites and associations, a negative, for things to exist. We need binary oppositions. We need something that it is not in order for something to be. So why attempt in vain to achieve immortality, when death does not exist? Why be selfish, narcissistic and desperate about your life, when death does not exist? When life does not exist?

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The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

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Leo Tolstoy, born on this day in 1828, on finding meaning in a meaningless world – spectacular read, the kind that stays with you for life.

Gustave Caillebotte - Cliffs by the Sea at Trouville
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.

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The thing women have yet to learn is nobody gives you power. You just take it.

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We are what we repeatedly do; excellence, then, is not an act but a habit.

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William Eggleston Untitled Flowering Field 1978
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