Revenge: it's a dream of flames fueled by scorched remains that are lit to a torch and brought back upon the one who burned you.
Our heads are full of comparisons, needs for approval and attention, a desire to be at other places, imagining things could be better there and thus hating our reality.We are the only ones to blame for our own suffering.We hurt ourselves every time we think of how other people should behave according to our standards and then suffer when they appear to be individuals; every time we open a book with so many expectations about it from what we__e heard and hoped it to be, and then close it in disappointment, realizing it__ something totally different (maybe beautiful, inspiring and challenging, but nothing that met our expectations).
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Our heads are full of comparisons, needs for approval and attention, a desire to be at other places, imagining things could be better there and thus hating our reality.We are the only ones to blame for our own suffering.We hurt ourselves every time we think of how other people should behave according to our standards and then suffer when they appear to be individuals; every time we open a book with so many expectations about it from what we__e heard and hoped it to be, and then close it in disappointment, realizing it__ something totally different (maybe beautiful, inspiring and challenging, but nothing that met our expectations).
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