You’re the same decaying organic matter as everything else.

Don’t die without any scars.

This is your life and its ending one moment at a time.

You are not your job, you’re not how much money you have in the bank. You are not the car you drive or the phone you have. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You are not your fucking khakis or the Armani suit.

You’re not the concealer you use or the lip color you wear and the highlighter you use.
You are not special. You’re not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You’re the same decaying organic matter as everything else.

We’re all part of the same compost heap. We’re all singing, all dancing crap of the world.

“At the time, my life just seemed too complete, and maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.”

“Only after disaster can we be resurrected. It’s only after you’ve lost everything that you’re free to do anything.

Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart.”

“Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life.

Don’t you have other things to do?

Is your life so empty that you honestly can’t think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you’re supposed to read? Do you think everything you’re supposed to think? Buy what you’re told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you’re alive. If you don’t claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned.”

“If you don’t know what you want,” the doorman said, “you end up with a lot you don’t.”

“I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.”
Didn’t I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness?
Can’t I see how we’re all manifestations of love?
AND HENCE, I repeat again,
We are not special.
We are not crap or trash, either.
We just are.
We just are, the same decaying matter as everything else..
and what happens just happens.
And God says, “No, that’s not right.”
Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can’t teach God anything.”

“The lower you fall, the higher you’ll fly.”

“You buy furniture. You tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. Buy the sofa, then for a couple years you’re satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you’ve got your sofa issue handled. Then the right set of dishes. Then the perfect bed. The drapes. The rug. Then you’re trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you.”

“Maybe self-improvement isn’t the answer, maybe self-destruction is the answer.” YOU GET THAT?

“Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need.”

“I wanted to destroy everything beautiful I’d never have.”

-THE FIGHT CLUB

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