How to quickly become an unhappy person and fall into depression? You need to find freedom and money, and then indulge in frenzied pleasures that only money can buy. Very soon all these pleasures will disgust you, joy will leave your life, and you will wallow in a swamp of despondency and depression. What does a person who does not like life strive for? Death and suffering, of course.
The proud man is bored with life. The proud man loves what dispels his boredom. The proud man loves struggle and resistance, riddles and suspense. The proud man, who has gained power and lost fear, falls into deadly boredom. The proud man flees fear is unbearable to him, but fear for the Proud is another name for love and joy. A fearless man is a joyless man.
Overly positive people are liars. This smiling man tries to hide his dejection, knowing that sadness and depression are a vice. Hiding their vice, these people compulsively pretend to be happy. Such people inside themselves are like wormy apples, whose worminess grows day by day.
Unbearable thirst is a sign of approaching death. The overwhelming hunger of pride. Pride precedes death. His mouth was dry with fear, death was coming. It's scary when there's no one to serve even water before death. It's about the proud. No one loves them, no one will give them love, nothing will comfort their fear.
When a proud man dies, he suffers greatly, but all the relatives of this person secretly rejoice. Finally, this monster died, rejoice the loved ones of this man. I once asked a proud man, how does it feel to die knowing that no one loves you? The proud man wept and died. On the other hand, it is a joy to die, knowing that everyone is happy about it. It is much more terrible to die, realizing that everyone does not care.
A proud person is a person who overestimates one thing and underestimates the other. For example, he may overestimate himself and underestimate others. Maybe vice versa. Often the proud man neglects education and considers himself very clever, but even more often he overestimates knowledge. Having learned a piece of knowledge, the proud man makes an idol out of it and believes himself to have known the truth, while neglecting all other knowledge.
The hero of our time is somewhat like a pile of shit. However, heroes of all times and peoples are not much different from shit. Shit is good fertilizer, though, and it stinks.
What is their joy? They have exhausted their emotions or subdued them by a mighty effort of will. Now their joy is to evoke strong emotions in other people. They like it when people rejoice, they like it when they suffer. The main thing is that these emotions are strong and sincere.
Prideful people from afar seem like decent and brilliant people, but people close to them know what shit it is. Close people do not like the proud, so the proud feel an endless hunger for love. Their loved ones do not like them, they do not like themselves, and the light of distant stars does not particularly warm.
To fall in love and love, one should avoid overkill and maintain distance. Love is associated with a slight hunger and obstacles to the satisfaction of desire.
We can say that love is a side property of desire. Striving for the fulfillment of desire. Love is a property of unfulfilled desire. Faith is the movement toward the fulfillment of desire. Hope is the expectation that the desire will be realized in whole or in part. In order to preserve love, faith, and hope, desire must always be partially fulfilled and never fully fulfilled.
I treat human passions like butterflies. Caterpillars, pupae, butterflies. By the way, butterflies do not live very long. Some butterflies become so holy that they don't eat anything for a lifetime. They gorge themselves while they are caterpillars, and when they become butterflies they pretend to be saints.
Watching the butterflies, I understood the nature of the proud. Being caterpillars, they eat everything they can eat. Passing into the pupal stage, they tend to rest. When they become butterflies, they pretend to be holy innocence and massively breed new caterpillars.
I look at fears, problems, people and think: "Vanity is all this." All is vanity. Vanity well devalues anything that pretends to be super-valuable. Abstract figures are beautiful but unreal.
The right nose, the right features, the right legs, the right words. The word right is the fetish of the proud. They pray on the word "right" and neglect everything that seems wrong to them. It gives me great pleasure to tease the proud, turning all their values upside down. I don't care. Values are like a ball, but the proud so cool squeal with indignation…
Overwhelmed with boredom, they are very fond of secrets and riddles that save them from boredom. Everything that is not mysterious and strange is not interesting to them.
Greed is when just beautiful is not enough for them. They need extraordinary beauty, sublime passion, or exceptional suffering. Greed is characterized by lush phrases and unrestrained emotions. However, greedy in one thing-in many other things they are stingy and greedy.
"What were you doing?" I asked the proud man.: "I missed you." Boredom is a favorite pastime of people who can be called Proud, selfish, narcissists and drug addicts. Some proud man is so afraid of boredom that he constantly runs like a wind-up you can't run from her, but you can't run from yourself. "Who am I?" the proud man asks himself and answers: "I am a bore."
The hero of our time is somewhat like a child. We like kids. It seems to us that an adult who is not afraid to be a child personifies the image of the hero.