If all misfortunes were laid in one common heap whence everyone must take an equal portion, most people would be contented to take their own and depart.
If you don’t get what you want, you suffer; if you get what you don’t want, you suffer; even when you get exactly what you want, you still suffer because you can’t hold on to it forever. Your mind is your predicament. It wants to be free of change. Free of pain, free of the obligations of life and death. But change is law and no amount of pretending will alter that reality.
Te equivocas, no quiero ser tuya.. Quiero ser mía. Siempre mía.. Y a ratos compartirme contigo. Siendo libre.
They call themselves the Guardians of the Galaxy. What a bunch of a-holes.