We each have the power, to feel or feel not, this freedom is truly all that we have got. Some people are confused, they don't understand, they curse and malign now the Great Unseen Hand, that guides and confounds us through daytime and dark, that lurks in the baby's smile and the dog's bark. It is the decision, of each one of us, to fret or to worry, to make a great fuss, but also to laugh and to smile her way through all of the bullshit she might see today. It is a strange notion, this foul suffering, it is an obnoxious and dastardly thing, it happens to soldier and farmer and wife, it tramples on Happiness and snuffs out life. Seize responsibility, blame no one else, for you alone manage your own mental health, and no one but you can let bad feelings in, so just rest a moment before you begin to cast about seeking an outside culprit – that person does share the chair where you now sit.
© americanifesto / 場黑麥
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