On life- by Juan M.S
When I do a good deed I cherish the idea that life is fair and will reward me, but when I don’t behave as well as I could, I’m comforted by the knowledge that life is intrinsically unfair.
It ain’t whatcha write, It’s the way atcha write it.” – Jack Kerouac
When I do a good deed I cherish the idea that life is fair and will reward me, but when I don’t behave as well as I could, I’m comforted by the knowledge that life is intrinsically unfair.
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