My Fight CLub Redux

Apr 10, 2007 00:18

We're the middle children of history.... no purpose or place. We have no Great War, no Great Depression. Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives.

You're not how much money you've got in the bank. You're not your job. You're not your family, and you're not who you tell yourself.... You're not your name.... You're not your problems.... You're not your age.... You are not your hopes.

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everyone else, and we are all part of the same compost pile.

... my life just seemed too complete, and maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.

It's only after you've lost everything, that you're free to do anything.

One minute was enough, a person had to work hard for it, but a minute of perfection was worth the effort. A moment was the most you could ever expect from perfection

This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.
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