Roland BarthesBoredom is not far from bliss: it is bliss seen from the shores of pleasure.
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Boredom is not far from bliss: it is bliss seen from the shores of pleasure. Essentially, this quote means that you will never reach the perfect state of happiness. Happiness is not meant to be attained but to be maintained. To improve yourself constantly and constantly strive for a better state of being. In fact, there is a lot of joy in doing so.
Source: The Pleasure Of The Text
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