Tales of an anti-hero

 

For what purpose though? IF this is meant to see someone explicitly for who they are or rather you remain implicit to reveal humanity no matter what the circumstances may be. Unless you are coming from an honest space that is in your manner of being - this can be confused with trying to manipulate others into thinking.

Equal moral consideration is something that you master as in having an unconditional eye for it.

- Marco

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Renewed, fluid, uncertain, the rain resounded. The moments were slow in coming in the face of noise. The solitude of my soul stretched out, dragged itself, invaded what I was feeling, what I was desiring, what I was going to dream. The vague objects, participants in the shadow of my insomnia, went on to take place and to suffer pain in my desolation.

-Fernando Pessoa

What if the day and happiness were never to come! What if hope could at least not have the disillusion of attainment.

-Fernando Pessoa

My soul was the same as ever, among the bedclothes as if among people, painfully conscious of the world. The day, like happiness, a was slow in coming - at that moment it seemed postponed indefinitely.

-Fernando Pessoa

Another life, that of the city passing night. Another soul, that of someone staring at the night. I continue, uncertain and allegorical, sentient but unreal. I am like a story someone might have told, and, because it was so well told, goes (but not too far) carnally through this novelistic world.

-Fernando Pessoa

A rule of life that all of us can and should learn. We can learn serious things in life from charlatans and theives; the stupid can teach us philosophy; some lessons about firmness and law come by chance while others deal with chance. Everything is in everything.

-Fernando Pessoa

How many times, how many, as now, has it pained me to feel what I am feeling - to feel something like anguish only because that's what feeling is, the disquiet of being here, the nostalgia for something else, something unknown, the sunset of all emotions, the yellowing of myself fading into a shy sadness in my external awareness of myself.

-Fernando Pessoa

I feel and I forget. A nostalgia common to all people, because all things invade me like an opium in the cold air. I experience an intimate, false ecstasy of seeing.

-Fernando Pessoa