Lesson #1 : Happiness is fleeting.
Lesson #2 : Suffering is not. It is infact relentless in its pursuit of morphing by deriving itself from one source to another. Sometimes out of sight but never out of mind, that sneaky little bitch.
And while the fight against suffering is the prima donna of existentialism, some sufferings make you feel alive. The pain of some is worth the fight. The pinch is worth the goosebumps. So on so forth.
Lesson #2 : Suffering is not. It is infact relentless in its pursuit of morphing by deriving itself from one source to another. Sometimes out of sight but never out of mind, that sneaky little bitch.
And while the fight against suffering is the prima donna of existentialism, some sufferings make you feel alive. The pain of some is worth the fight. The pinch is worth the goosebumps. So on so forth.
If loosing our suffering is not an option, why can't choosing our suffering be one.
After all if every individual has a limited number of fucks to give, should'nt it be of our choosing and no one else's? As insane as it sounds, maybe choosing our poison is the only derivative of happiness we can procure from it.
I am a sufferer and I will choose the fucks I and only I give and no one else.
P.S. : Maybe I would want that etched on my tombstone too.
I am a sufferer and I will choose the fucks I and only I give and no one else.
P.S. : Maybe I would want that etched on my tombstone too.
#ramblingsofacaffeinatedwoman
