To be beautiful

[Twice in a row, today. I will stop writing for two months, after this post].

Probably it is because of the film I saw last night (Il cuore altrove - a moving and romantic Italian film), but I suddenly realized that to be beautiful and perfect you should be a complete asshole, selfish and dumb. Or at least you should live in your inaccessible castle on the top of a mountain, far from the world. Otherwise the world would soil you, destroying your perfection. Kids are almost all beautiful, aren't they? It is because they are stupid, and do not understand what is going on around them. When this occurs, they become adult and invariably ugly.

A few adjustments to life

You keep asking to yourself why you are as you are. You could be more confident, more assertive, more competitive in a world that only do this, day by day. Then you realize suddenly that you are as you are because of the world around you. Should be a balance, it is not.
And if the world around you is empty, nothing good could come up, ever. Only the difference between a comma and a colon. Nothing more.

Useless people doing useless jobs

You can imagine what you're doing and you can actually do it. The great majority of jobs are only jobs of pure imagination. You think you are doung things, whereas you are actually trying to pass the time.
And the more importance you need to give to what you are doing, the less what you are doing is something really important.