i think 30 percent of my unhappiness is caused by dreams of happiness

tortuously distant, wavering elusive


50 percent of my unhappiness is caused by other people's unhappiness and the mountain of stupidities that are usually behind it, and by this I mean all people, friends and strangers, people in the present, and those in the future that pay the prices of our mistakes or, in a more ideal world, reap the benefits of our labors and decisions.


the remaining 20 percent is probably my unhappiness with myself, disappointing weaknesses, moments of cowardice or mediocrity, veins of apathy and slothfulness i had thought myself purged of long ago woven about the core of my being, mingling perversely, indistinguishably with aspects of a more sterling character