Tag: philosophy-of-life, realism, spirituality

A man can gasp out his life beside you-and you feel none of it. Pity, Sympathy, sure-but you don’t feel the pain. Your belly is whole and that’s what counts. A half-yard away someone’s world is snuffled out in roaring agony-and you feel nothing. That’s the misery of the world.

It’s not much. You begin by thinking there is something extraordinary about it. But you’ll find out, when you’ve been out in the world a while longer, unhappiness is the commonest thing there is.