From Kierkegaard's Repetition
How did I get into the world? Why was I not asked about it, why was I not informed of the rules and regulations but just thrust into the ranks as if I had been bought by a peddling shanghaier of human beings? How did I get involved in this big enterprise called actuality? Why should I be involved? Isn't it a matter of choice? And if I am compelled to be involved, where is the manager—I have something to say about this. Is there no manager? To whom shall I make my complaint?
...MAKE FUKIN LEMONADE!
2 comments:
Hey,
This post of urs is amazing!!
...of love, and things meant to be
make ur own rules man ...
and then i think there shud be no room for complaints..
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