Do the ordinary troubles of life, our imperfect rationality, our sensuous desires, our frequently dashed, but often resurgent, longings for knowledge and happiness make life worthless - so that it would have been better never to have been born - or can they be seen as contributing to the good? Are they (despite first appearances) part of what a good life must contain?
in love, life, Goethe, John Armstrong
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Whoa. Veio mesmo a calhar com os pensamentos que tenho tido.
hehe I read other people's minds! :D
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