Best world
The worst crime against yourself is not living to the fullest
We were let in for about 70 years. And we spend it suffering, fighting, clinging to animal instincts — like dogs in a yard.
The average life runs on fear as its load-bearing wall. The max life runs on joy.
Standing on the balcony today, thinking: damn, we finally live the way I wanted. And I felt it — what a life. The door opens, Anya walks in: how great is our life.
On fear you live on the outside — important, liked, holding it together. Empty inside. On joy it’s the opposite: light on the outside, solid inside. Undemanding outside because picky inside.
The worst crime against yourself is not living your life to the fullest.