So I saw that there was only me. There was only me who could worry about what was happening here, inside these walls of my life. Other people had their own worlds to worry about, and in the end, they had to fend for themselves, just like us.

Markus Zusak
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In his book, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting, Milan Kundera says this: "The greatest strength of mankind is his capacity to imagine. It is the power to see the invisible, to dream the unreal, to make stories out of reality." I think that's true. The most important thing in life is imagination. Imagination isn't the only kind of power there is.

It's not even the best kind. But it's one of them. If you try to do everything yourself, you're going to end up frustrated.

You can't do everything for yourself. You have to ask for help sometimes.

Source: Underdog

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