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"She had an evil face, smoothed by hypocrisy, but her manners were excellent." "(...) the doom and burden of our life is bound forever on men's shoulders, and when the attempt is made to cast it off, it but returns upon us with more unfamiliar and more awful pressure."

This morning, being on my district, I've met a girl giving a cup of coffee to the guy sweeping the street.  She works in a posh coffee shop. It was cold this morning and they were both the same nationality.  so when I had a little time to come closer, I went to see what's in her.  soul and heart. There was some happy things to see. she was always working with self absorbed people, and that gave her great ability to see others.  hating egoism by practicing selflessness.  one of my colleagues likes making funny mottoes but the sad story inside this girl was how she became so strong. being good to others is exposing yourself. she experienced being used. so she's lonely  and she shared this cup of coffee in the morning, partially out of loneliness I'm not saying this is the way to find somebody for new year party in Paris, just because she got tickets, but I definitely like to see when you never give up.

                                                                                                                                                                                                    you said: overwhelming. I just described you surprised both of us because we haven't done it before not with each other always busy busy busy your life, my routine and this was so amazing to meet date moment I had t...

just met a girl, one of you. Lucy bullied her with sadness. she wasn't on my rota so instead of healing her I called the ambulance. I'm seriously impressed with your medical skills and knowledge.   Diagnosis  Anxiety attack we spent a moment together. after some time she will think she was lucky. even she didn't want any help and gasping for air she was apologetic for herself that she bothered me, wasted my time. this is exactly why you don't understand happiness. you have theories, you write about it and make movies but when happiness comes, you want more, longer, different or refuse it feeling that you are not worthy.  happiness is like a snowflake. chance of catching one is high but only when it snows.  every single snowflake is different, individual like you.  pretty beautiful  when you froze it to keep it longer, microphotograph it to analize... so funny you clearly don't have a clue purpose  reason why sadness when it melts on your hand...

there was a guy who was wondering how much he appreciates his wife. (he would never do that, but she started it: she asked) he blamed her for everything, so she perfectly filled her role. he also knew that without her, his life would be even worse. so, it was too difficult for him to estimate her value, so he put her on ebay. gave her picture, quite honest item description, but she never reached more than 28.60. there was a shadow of temptation to finally get rid of her, but the biggest bidder didn't want to pay in advance. that was the moment when he decided to stay with current situation, rather than put himself into unknown. even though, he had to pay for cancellation.* so she cost him extra**, but he still wasn't sure if this puts her value up. I heard something is only worth what someone is willing to pay for it  but I don't know if this is relevant. * Therms and Conditions ** as usual

ćwiczenie jest złem, i służy tylko tym, którzy nie są idealni. król Julian

I was happy to see her. smiled and greeted. 'oh, I miss him so much!' she cried when she saw me. of course she was. they got married in the previous century (literally). he died recently and she is still here. with this unbearable emptiness inside, he used to fill. I used to visit them on regular basis before. but I was coming to see him.  I couldn't help her managing his dementia and I can't absolutely help her now. when the part of your own life is taken away, you realize it was also the meaning and goal. love looking after each other being for each other and now...? you probably understand better than me concept of numbers; they were both over nineties and married most of these years.  short long volume emotions you can't measure love devotion life lost healing is where I can mend but 'the over'- that's something else it's another story that's why you shouldn't waste the infinity you squeezed into clocks creating illusion of control, measu...