The journey of Life is filled with the pursuit of shadows, where everything is relative, phenomenal, illusory, and man is bound in the servitude of ignorance, struggle and need, in the endless round of effort and failure.
Every man’s natural desire is to preserve his existence; so that life is a blind, unreasoning force, hurrying us we know not whither.
Nothing really matters more to a man than his liberty and freedom, I presumed.
Life itself reveals our destiny. It is not the struggle which produces misery; it is the mistaken aims - the aim to be free.