With me, satisfaction is always very fleeting with our work. I always get a little restless with it.

We fear to become depressed.... We fear to be cold-heart for the ones we love...... We fear to drop our life an do anything....... We fear to become someone because we been told we can’t make it so we fear it....... Why !!! it’s my life not yours, I will become strong not because of you that make me wanna fear it for myself so I wouldn’t feel FEAR no more......

Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery.

Written By Aldous Huxley

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