Nietzsche was right: we fall in love with the wanting more than the thing itself.
It’s the hunger, the chase, the spark of desire that moves us. Not the prize, but the fire.
Humans, being the strongest and most resilient of creatures, do not reject suffering itself. In fact, they can endure—and even embrace—it when it carries a purpose or meaning. What truly crushes mankind is not pain, but the absence of meaning behind it.
Life is but a mirage, flickering in the desert of existence—chased by the weary, grasped by none. Desires are the whispers of a dreamer lost in the fog, and achievements, mere echoes in an abyss that swallows all. The wise do not conquer illusion; they see through it and laugh.