Maybe happiness, on some level, is just being able to accept a delusion. And we can't begrudge people for wanting to be happy. Maybe we can just close our eyes, take ourselves back to a happy memory, and pretend that we don't have to leave. Perhaps what's tough about being human is the certainty that we have to open our eyes at some point.
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人死了后到底哪些东西才能define him生前的那些破事是一笔勾销浪客剑心星霜篇还是he was a bastard in life thus a bastard in death?