Everyone knows that (1) happiness is the goal of life, and (2) happiness is a chimera.
Self-blame usually has an undertone of self-congratulation.
Literary tradition is full of lies about poverty-the jolly beggar, the poor but happy milkmaid, the wholesome diet of porridge, etc.
My young friend supposes his ingenuousness is merely a ruse.
Awakening in the morning returns us to life, and to awareness of death.
With every physical pain, my moral fibre unravels a little.