Do not part with your illusions, said Mark Twain:
"When they are gone, you may still exist, but you have ceased to live."
Still, I've sort of half resolved to do that this year.
Even if it might be a little painful.
Even if it cuts the chains that keep my feet down on this poor little planet.
A closer look. Splattery-splash! I didn't say that being true to yourself doesn't hurt.
On a more philosophical note, what do we mean by "live"? I keep returning to that stupid Nietzschean maxime of "What doesn't kill you", etc. but I do feel it does, slowly. And is it really a bad thing?
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