On Happiness and Life..What is the staple by which we measure happiness? By how successful we are? how many places we've seen, how nice our homes are, how many women you can pick up in a bar, the size of our paychecks, the number of people we can fool with our lies and our masks? The number of our material possessions, the time we've spent chasing a dream? Why are these things so important to us? When people die you them forever, but you can replace anything a man can make with his own two hands. In the end your money doesn't help you sleep any easier, all your possessions break and need replaced, and your masks crumble away and uncover the cruel, scared, and scarrOn Happiness and Life..
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