Listening:
Yesterday I went to see Another Year.
I'll describe it as an honest portrait of unhappiness, which transmits unhappiness.
least to me, and who was with me, sent a little 'sick of resigned.
The fact that his dirty work, this film, he did well.
Happiness is a moment, its very hard, the little that you can not achieve.
It occurs to me during the train.
Like all good things, which are felt only when they are finished.
Perhaps we should be more receptive and easier. We should avoid to demand more and more, than what we face. Sometimes what we see is everything you want in that moment. This might be perpetually dissatisfied. And deeply unhappy.
Perhaps there is a constant in happiness, you know those people with perfect lives than those who never seem to have undergone any moment of pain, mental fatigue and disappointment?
Perhaps more than happy to have met with a slightly veiled and resignation and to us, heroic, depressed, are almost hatred.
Unhappiness is not. It does not last the duration of a pulse. Hard time of agony.
And I can not absolutely how to describe it, but I know that sometimes you can not deviate from any aspect of their lives, pervades everything, the intimate, all from fraying.
I'd like to know how to avoid, but unfortunately I know. Perhaps in an Epicurean chess game, is also good: let me know enjoy those rare moments of happiness, without expecting more.
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