To wait for someone else, or to expect someone else to make my life richer, or fuller, or more satisfying, puts me in a constant state of suspension; and I miss all those moments that pass. They never come back to be experienced again.
If happiness always depends on something expected in the future, w are chasing a will-o’-the-wisp that ever eludes our grasp, until the future, our ourselves, vanish into the abyss of death.
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