The Fire That Burns the Chaff, Purifies the Gold

Ascolta bene! Happiness is fleeting, volatile, and above all, impermanent. It is not about being happy, but about feeling happy. Nor is it about making someone happy, but about offering brief moments of contentment—flashes of light that appear and vanish before we can grasp them.

The greatest paradox of success lies in its cost: the closer we get to it, the more sophisticated, ambitious, and isolated we become. The brilliance of achievement blinds us to the value of those around us and the simplicity of life itself. Happiness is not a condition but a temporary state. In an absolute sense, no one is happy—one merely feels happy, for an instant, until reality imposes itself once again.

If there is one rule that governs life, it is that of apathy, boredom, and suffering. Happiness is the exception, never the norm.

And peace? A fool’s delusion. Not even the dead can claim to have found it, for their names still echo in the mouths of those who despise them, and their legacies continue to be contested.

As long as there is breath in our lungs, there will be war. The battle does not cease, does not grant truces, and does not respect desires. Rest is a luxury of the dead. For the living, only the endless fight remains.

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