My Experiences
Life is stranger and more complicated than ever
We use pleasure like a spiritual drug
We let things go undone and unfinished
I have tried to do the same
It has cost me too greatly
I believe in that Critical Impulse,
That little voice in you conscience,
Trying to help you, keep you humble
Without it I would not be here or...
...in the circumstances I am in
I believe that if we go too fast
We will be prone to more ignorance
After that, we will burn out
We just need to stop and think
Rushing through life reduces the pleasures
At least, my experiences say so
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