"Oh, how one wishes sometimes to escape from the meaningless dullness of human eloquence, from all those sublime phrases, to take refuge in nature, apparently so inarticulate, or in the wordlessness of long, grinding labor, of sound sleep, or true music, or of a human understanding rendered speechless by emotion." - Dr. Zhivago, Boris Pasternak
And so it turned out that only a life similar to the life of those around us, merging with it without a ripple, is genuine life, and that an unshared happiness is not happiness... And this was most vexing of all.
HAPPINESS ONLY REAL WHEN SHARED.
I was wrong. I think it is time for me to return home, to right the wrongs. Was my family really so wrong after all? Did they deserve to be torn from my life so harshly? Did Carine really? Did my mom? Though he has his shortcomings, did my father?
And so it turned out that only a life similar to the life of those around us, merging with it without a ripple, is genuine life, and that an unshared happiness is not happiness... And this was most vexing of all.
HAPPINESS ONLY REAL WHEN SHARED.
I was wrong. I think it is time for me to return home, to right the wrongs. Was my family really so wrong after all? Did they deserve to be torn from my life so harshly? Did Carine really? Did my mom? Though he has his shortcomings, did my father?