Why man by his morbid egotism forgets in one second all those beautiful moments for a moment of madness. Are these negative influences so powerful that they affect the whole psychic in a blinking, maturing all that has been built of beauty, happiness, passion?
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Disgust me with my pricks ... which isolate what should be brought to light and reveal selfishness and wickedness. Can a man throw the cradle of happiness, changing it to one of the thorns? Is that really what man really wants? Should he feel the pain of those thorns, blood tears flow behind him? If there is sadness and happiness why are we always talking about sadness, weight, rejection? The children know that good wins, heroes are looking for that happiness and struggling with the always triumphant evil ... if good is just a concept then why do not we try to shape it ... why do not I give it life? Why man escapes from the sadness that he hurries with hate but with sadistic satisfaction if he is for another person. What does the man follow in the end? The essential question is another: is the man capable of valorizing and cherishing happiness, joy, altruism and others? or are they only the experiences we all know, and then why do we dream from the first moment of reason to the last?
Two concepts so simple in essence: "happiness" and "sadness." Two notions, two words that we strike at every step and prove our inability to decipher what surrounds us. Our life is from the first moment sprinkled by the joy of life, every moment is full of joy, every soul that passes through our eyes brings happiness. And yet the little pleasures that make us beautiful life fall in front of the obtacolelor we face verbally and at the first occasion we are kneeling in our little corner by insulting us ... "I can not stand" ... these words will come out tears, but you will never say with a smile on your lips, "I've lived for another day." That's why I say how interesting the human psyche is ... so concerned about explaining things of great importance that forget about the small notions that define our being.
