"The point is you keep going. You want to. So all the things that make you want to are the point. I don't know if you even realize it, but on the quiet you don't think life is too bad. You love things. Telly. Music. Food. (...)
I'm the same. I mean, I love things, and they're mostlt different things from you. Poetry. Paintings. My work. (...) My friends. (...)
See, a few years ago, I was really, really down, and I did imagine about... (...) I knew I shouldn't be that way but I was, and... anyway, it was always, you know, not today. Maybe tomorrow, but not today. And after a few weeks of that I knew I was never going to do it, and the reason I was never going to do it was because I didn't want to miss out. (...) ... there are always one or two things that seemed unfinished, things I wanted to follow through. (...) ... there was always something. And in the end I realized there would be always be something, and that those somethings would be enough."
by Nick Hornby, "About a boy"
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