When it’s up to your mind to heal yourself, then it’s because of your mind that you’re ill in the first place.
A simple hypothesis can be wrong, but it’s something to build on.
We’re all scraping up any happiness we can find.
Chasin' transient pleasures is a drag these days.
— What’s it like to miss someone?
— What’s it “like”? Good. And bad. An ache that brings you joy, — He smiles warmly. — I think of them a lot. I dream up these silly scenarios, in great detail. Of living with them... it comforts me.
Life isn’t easy, life doesn’t give breaks.
Are we not human? Are we not curious to hear another person’s take?
If you want something, you have to give something back.