Between me and others. While I live less than expected - not that my life is shorter, ladies - as I was saying, I may live less than others, no foreign substance crawling through my nerves and veins, like I'd be expected - yes, the fault of modernity it is, you guessed right! - I may suffer less and have less opportunities to end this 'pain' which I prefer to call, just like that, 'life'. Alas, I will never commit suicide as I consider it the greatest sin (not to love yourself? Please, you are supposed to love yourself since you have been gifted a body from Above!) and I will never ask for more or less.
But what is all of this chit-chattering about things to come? The present is here, and I will hear its call!
Ladies, I know it's the first time I've ever treated you like guests at a tea party; didn't you know that my favourite line is, 'host a tea party yourself, guests are optional'? Did you? Well, why are you still asking?
This monologue reflects upon the differences that imagination has caused. Too many books, numerous days spent in solitude - remember: solitude, not loneliness! I shall clear this difference in a few words later - and countless times of disappointment. But how can it be cured? Is there a treatment? Can imagination be defeated just like fever can be? Is imagination naturally followed by depression?
Hun, I assure you that you have been going through too much for your age. Call me mad, say I'm suffering, sing me to sleep.
But I do not suffer from too large an imagination.
I might just say that I enjoy it!
How can this be?
Well, did you just say that you liked him hurting you? While my feelings are less motivated, yours are the least motivated. No reason for you out there, don't you know?!
Pain is more painful than you think it is. This matter, dear one, will just fly away as another one comes in. There'll be constant struggle inside you.
While I will thank God for every second I breathe.
We should all do that, really!
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