>بايد اعتراف كنم. إز حرف زدن با خودم توي مخ داغونم خسته ام. بايد
شايد هم نه.
اند دتس ماي لايف.
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Sometimes, I think we are all on a plane. And to live your life, you need to first jump off that plane -- that pathetic state of being ... We are all afraid of jumping out of our planes. Because life is dangerous and complicated, and .. its a long way down when you look at it! And maybe, just maybe, that's why you'd rather imagine you could escape instead of actually trying. That's because if you fail, then you have nothing. So you give up the chances of something real .. and instead you're going to hold on to hope. Truth is ... hope is a lie. It's the biggest lie of the human mind. It's bullshit. There's no such thing as hope. What does it even mean to hope for something? To hope for a second chance? To hope for a cure? To hope for a better future? Hope is just a neurotoxic poison that we all cherish so much because we are just a bunch of sissies. You don't hope for a better life when you jump, you only live your life after you jumped. And when you hit the ground, you die. But surprise surprise, you're going to die one way or another, sooner or later, anyway. What are you hoping for? Staying on the plane forever and ever and imagining an alternate universe where you can live a life in transient? That's just wrong!
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