It is generally allowed, that no man ever found the happiness of possession proportionate to that expectation which incited his desire, and invigorated his pursuit; nor has any man found the evils of life so formidable in reality, as they were described to him by his own imagination; every species of distress brings with it some peculiar supports, some unforeseen means of resisting, or powers of enduring.
Ma-Roo
Even without love, I can live fine alone. It's not like I've always had what I wanted. In my life not even once. . . I was never selfish nor full of greed. The things I want to do, the things I want, the things I wish for. . . have I ever even had any of those, for at least once in my whole life? I can live fine without love. I will find a way to survive. Dying is hell. Why is living supposed to be hell?
