Thinking we are good or bad, fair or unfair, all that is nonsense.
Now, i'm beginning what I could have started ten years ago. But I'm happy at least that I didn't wait twenty years.
I savour the idea of my new state: single and a millionaire.
The second symptom of the death of our dreams lies in our certainties. Because we don't want to see life as a grand adventure, we begin to think of ourselves as wise and fair and correct in asking so little of life.
After all, what is happiness? Love, they tell me. But love doesn't bring and never has brought happiness. On the contrary, it's a constant state of anxiety, a battlefield; it's sleepless nights, asking ourselves all the time if we're doing the right thing. Real love is composed of ecstasy and agony.
If everybody loves you, something is wrong. Find at least one enemy to keep you alert.