I am simply content with myself; I don’t compare or compete with another.
A diamond with a "flaw" is still perfectly as such, and could never be anything else.
Only when we take to comparing something to another thing which, it could never be do we come to this idea that there is imperfection everywhere.
That’s the baggage that a lot of people have. Perfection is this unrealistic feat they wish to achieve.
So, really, whenever I find that there is reason to think that X is meaningless, where X is any arbitrarily selected subject, I always tend to find the road winds around to exactly the opposite conclusion once a little more thought is applied.
A wise person never knows all, only fools know everything. Most of the greatest evils that a being has inflicted upon another have come through one’s feeling quite certain about something which in fact was false. But of course truth is stranger than fiction.
Fiction has to make sense, depends on who you are talking to and what subject.
Train yourself to see the good in everyone, forget about your idiotic loyalty to what you feel you are defending.
To argue with a person who has renounced the use and authority of reason, and whose philosophy consists in holding humanity in contempt, is like administering medicine to the dead.
Nothing in the universe is contingent, but all things are conditioned to exist and operate in a particular manner by the necessity.
The obvious point is that there simply are not enough stories, perspectives, knowledge in the end; it's a matter of perspective.
No, not because the words were hard to find - but because there wasn't a word already invented to name that particular moment.
What relatable moment/feeling/circumstance do you think deserves to have a name for itself?