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But I Smiled, And Smiling Was Easy, No Matter How Strange And Disorienting The Street Seemed To Be. I Was A Fugitive. I Was A Wanted Man, A Hunted Man, With A Price On My Head. And I Was Still One Step Ahead Of Them. I Was Free. Every Day, When You're On The Run, Is The Whole Of Your Life. Every Free Minute Is A Short Story With A Happy Ending.

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The Truth Is That The Man I Am Was Born In Those Moments, As I Stood Near The Flood Sticks With My Face Lifted To The Chrismal Rain. Shantaram. The Better Man That, Slowly, And Much Too Late, I Began To Be.

I Think That It Is A Part Of Growing Up, Learning To Control Our Suffering. I Think That When We Grow Up, And Learn That Happiness Is Rare, And Passes Quickly, We Become Disillusioned And Hurt. And How Much We Suffer Is A Mark Of How Much We Have Been Hurt By This Realisation. Suffering, You See, Is A Kind Of Anger. We Rage Against The Unfairness, The Injustice Of Our Sad And Sorry Lot.