Fernando PessoaThere are ships sailing to many ports, but not a single one goes where life is not painful.
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Life is a series of struggles. We can’t avoid them. It’s easy to get caught up in our own lives and worry about the problems we have, but there are people who have managed to find happiness even when things seem bleak. You see, life is not painful for everyone.
Some people have managed to find a little piece of happiness amidst all of their struggles. That’s what makes them special – they have something that you don’t have.
Source: The Book Of Disquiet
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