If there is a trick to living then I have yet to figure it out, or to have completely done so. I seem to have done some things correctly, or right - there is adequate money, the things I desire have surrounded me, several hobbies, variable talents, a wife, a son, a dog, a family in Canada. And yet.
There must be many tricks to life and living, the set of which changes in perpetuity. I will occasionally be forced to overhear people tout and wheez their virtuous lifestyles, how it presumably staves off the feelings of being old, but then minutes later they will also catalog their infirmities, ad infinitum. It is the Sisyphean vacillation of virtue and suffering that they perennially insist impressing upon others. They confuse manners with morals, and consistently over-value their own. I have spent my life trying to escape the virtues of others. It's a nearly universal bore, my escape efforts. Any room can become a panic room if you've shattered every nerve in your body.
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