Why are people sad? That’s simple. They are the prisoners of their personal history. Everyone believes that the main aim in life is to follow a plan. They never ask if that plan is theirs or if it was created by another person. They accumulate experiences, memories, things, other people’s ideas, and it is more than they can possibly cope with. And that is why they forget their dreams.
Every time my boyfriend plays pool I want to rip all of his clothes off. Or when he wears a suit. If he played pool in a suit I think I’d die. /hormonal moment