Regrets are idle; yet history is one long regret.
Everything might have turned out so differently
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Waste of Time
I hate to have my dinner late. I hate to waste time. I can kick the chairs, kick the door, vent my anger at Ah Wang, but I can do nothing further. I am not allowed to.
Sadness does not inhere in things;
it does not reach us from the world and through mere contemplation of the world. It is a product of our own thought.
We create it out of whole cloth.
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