"And what about us?"
"We are wrong, and we know it, but we find it more agreeable to keep our eyes shut. Life does not have a purpose; pain always prevails over joy; we are all sentenced to death, and the day of one's execution has not been revealed; we are condemned to watch the end of those dearest to us; there are compensations, but they are few. We know all this and yet something protects us and supports us and keeps us away from the shipwreck. And what is this protection? Perhaps only habit: the habit of living that we contract by being born."
-from Westward, a short story by Primo Levi
I dont think I've suffered true unhappiness.
that thought makes me unhappy.
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