uncertain
reblogged: (via)
August 25, 2011
Living, there is no happiness in that. Living: carrying one’s painful self through the world.
But being, being is happiness. Being: becoming a fountain, a fountain on which the universe falls like warm rain.
But being, being is happiness. Being: becoming a fountain, a fountain on which the universe falls like warm rain.
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Milan kundera’s Immortality (via abbyfrenes)
beautiful.