Living While Dying.

dazai once said; the feeling of joy is perhaps like a spec of gold. shimmering faintly at the bottom of a river of grief.

i always wandered what happiness would look like if it had a shape. or rather a physical form. i thought long and hard, but the answer is quite simple. if happiness had a physical form it would take the shape of glass. the reasoning: even though you dont always notice it, its always there, still definitely there! you would merely have to change your perspective or point of view slightly so the this glass would sparkle when light hits. i, in my doubt anything could argue its existence more elegantly.

live your life. so that the fear of death can never enter your heart.

there are two types of pain in this world; the pain that hurts, and the pain that changes you.

we will never know the kinds of people we are until the moments before our deaths.

a man cries not because he is weak. but because he has been strong for too long.

but.. i have never once thought of you as an ally. not you, not him, nor her. all people are nothing but tools. it doesnt matter how its done. it doesnt matter what needs to be sacrificed. in this world, winning is everything. as long as i win in the end. thats all that truly matters.