Even something harsh and difficult is a comfort if we choose it ourselves. If it is imposed on us by others, it is agony. If it is true that one gets used to suffering, how is it that as the years go one always suffers more? No, they are not mad, those people who amuse themselves, enjoy life, travel, make love, fight they are not mad. We should like to do the same ourselves.
There was a time when we didn't exist, that means that even the deepest desires of our heart, our blood our moments of awakening have sprung from nothing. Even your desire to escape destiny is perhaps destiny. It isn't we who made our own blood. It's enough to feel it and live like free men, as the oracle bids us.
Yes, so long as a man is still searching you had the luck never to reach your goal, But the day comes when you go back to your homeland. You forget everything and the mountain seems to bring back your childhood. You look at it day after day and maybe you climb it. Then someone tells you that you were born up there and everything crumbles.