Saturday, December 02, 2006

ONCE YOU REALIZE HOW EMPTY EVERYTHING IS YOU

COME TO KNOW THAT NOTHING ELSE MATTERS BUT THOSE BEINGS IN THE WORLD, AND YOU SHOULDNT TREAT THEM WITH ANY LESS RESPECT THAN THOSE YOU ALREADY LOVE,
WHY WORK FOR 30 YEARS IN THE SAME JOB?
WHY SPEND MORE HOURS AT WORK THAN YOU NEED?
WHY CREATE YOUR OWN SUFFERING?
WHY STEAL, LIE AND CHEAT?
WHY DO YOU THINK DOING THAT WILL MAKE YOU HAPPY?



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