But wouldn’t you like to be free to be happy in some other way…? In your own way, for example; not in everybody else’s way.
Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the over compensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn’t nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.
HAPPY FATHER’S DAY, DAD!!!!!!
I made a special post for you because you’re as important as mummy! Important because 1+1=2
Sooo you must be wondering what you’ve ever done wrong to deserve me as your child.
It must be embarrassing for you when people nudge you and piteously say, “THAT’S your daughter?! Did you pick her from the dumpster? Oh you kind hearted soul, as usual! You know…sometimes it’s good to just leave the bad where it belongs… HAH HAH HAH” And they turn and give me the stink-eye and whisper without you noticing, “Study harder! Learn to speak a language! Just try harder at everything! AND STAY OUT OF PRISON!”
I certainly don’t know what I have done, previous life as well as present life, to deserve you as a father but if God made a mistake it’s the best mistake He has ever made. Worst mistake for you, maybe.
All those times you had to pick me up from school or anywhere when you could have just conveniently forget… but you didn’t.
You’re the bestest dad for not running away.
I LOVE YOU!
I like to play with the yo-yo so something comes back to me.
People who camwhore and put irrelevant captions baffle me.
Like what does “Doing assignments” got to do with this?
I am I, and I wish I wasn’t.
- Jon: I hit my knee trying to get into his car.
- Me: It must be karma.
- Jon: YOU'RE karma!
- Me: Well, you must have done something good then.
You can’t make tragedies without social instability. The world’s stable now. People are happy; they get what they want, and they never want what they can’t get. They’re well off; they’re safe; they’re never ill; they’re not afraid of death; they’re blissfully ignorant of passion and old age; they’re plagued with no mothers or fathers; they’ve got no wives, or children, or lovers to feel strongly about; they’re so conditioned that they practically can’t help behaving as they ought to behave. And if anything should go wrong, there’s soma.
The greater a man’s talents, the greater his power to lead astray. It is better that one should suffer than that many should be corrupted.