Life is a prison. Some of the bars are gravity, time (mainly aging), space, instincts, needs, sensations, past experiences, beliefs, the language we happen to be native to, our culture, our desires, brain chemicals, buzzing flies.
One does not escape most of these, and can only learn to handle and manage some of them, and even then happiness is not a reachable goal, only acceptance. I think to be happy one must be both stupid and highly deluded.
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