I thought about my small victories and everything I'd seen destroyed.
I'd lost the only person I could have spent my life with.
I've experienced joy, but not nearly enough, could there be enough? The end of suffering does not justify the suffering, and so there is no end to suffering. What a mess I am, I thought. What a fool. How foolish and narrow, how pinched and pathetic, how helpless.
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