Sometimes Love Blinds Us, Other Times It

Once In A Mental Hospital, A Person Grows Used To The Freedom That Exists In The World Of Madness And Becomes Addicted To It. You No Longer Have To Take On Responsibilities, To Struggle To Earn Your Daily Bread, To Be Bothered With Repetitive, Mundane Tasks. You Could Spend Hours Looking At A Picture Or Making Absurd Doodles. Everything Is Torelated Because, After All, The Person Is Mentally Ill.

Whoever Wishes To Go Down A Long Path, Must Learn That The First Lesson Is To Overcome Early Disappointments.

And To Know How To Demand - With All One's Might - What One Wants

We Must Do Jobs We Detest Because We Are Part Of An Organized Society, And If Everyone Did What They Wanted To Do, The World Would Come To A Standstill.

When Things Start To Happen, And The Path Does Reveal Itself To Us, We Become Afraid Of Carrying On